T. S. Eliot has it that “What we call the beginning is often the end/And to make an end is to make a beginning.” And so I wonder, what I am ending in this first post? And is it a worthwhile ending, that this beginning should be made? Eliot continues, “The end is where we start from.” To what end, then, do I start here? To say something? To say what? And why must it be said in typed lines on a computer screen rather than in ink on a journal page? Presumably, it must be said here so that you may read it. But who are you? And will you read it?
A friend of mine says that he writes better in letters. It helps to have a person to whom he is writing. My journal entries, whether they begin that way or not, generally end up as prayers. People are designed to communicate to others. I write best when I imagine that someone will read what I have written, even if I imagine that reading being after I die. So this is a place where I can write to people. Perhaps I will write better because of it. I will have to weigh my words, to ask if they are worth anyone reading. Which is worthwhile, even if no one reads them. And so, with that thought, I begin. And end.