How vain...

I read this quote about ten years ago and stopped writing.

"How vain it is to sit down to write, when you have not stood up to live."
H.D. Thoreau

It's true. Why would I bother anyone with empty words if I have nothing to say? I stopped writing. That was not such a great decision. The more I learn about writing, the more I understand how important it is to keep in touch with it.

Translating this book, I've come in contact with it again, and now it's bothering me. I want to write about my own ideas, but the translation is still on my heart, so they are racing for my attention and time.

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I like flying. It reminds me that no matter what kind of weather the plane takes off in, it is always peaceful and clear above the clouds. Down on the ground, during a storm, it can seem like the sun had disappeared altogether. But it is there. It's just allowing the elements to come back into balance.

I'm going to Philadelphia in less than three weeks. I'm excited, I've never been to The States. I'm also nervous, because the control freak in me doesn't know all the details. I'm grateful that I'll be able to visit my friends... it's like a dream!
There is another feeling present that I cannot quite wrap my brain around. I hope i can define it and leave ready... if that's possible.

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Today I need rest from EVERYTHING. And yet, I want to write... Or translate. Although this feeling of having to do something is exactly what got me so tired in the first place. Let's see if I can resist.

Besides, who said that now, ten years after reading that quote, I have something meaningful to say?