A part of what I write today may not remain true tomorrow.
For me that is.
Even then I write.
Because writing, like any other art, is an unrestricted expression of the soul more than anything else.
There is value in having a way for such unrestricted expression in life.
Through this, we evolve and get to know ourselves, peeling the layers that we are made of.
And it may not be a total waste after all.
Because someone who is on the same journey as I am may find value in it because they are at the same place now where I was once.