Why I am writing here?

Well, I asked myself recently why I’m writing here? Soon my blog will have a birthday – one year after the first day. I am not sure but I think that I have a kind of answer…

The last time I checked, I do live in the real world. It is a world full of injustice and pain and suffering, along with joy and love and solidarity. It is also a world in which we must live with uncertainty, both moral and practical. I can never know with absolute certainty that what I believe will turn out to be right, or that the choices I make to act on those beliefs will be most effective.

I write because I hurt, and because I see others hurting. I write not because of who I am, but probably because of who I want to be. I write because sometimes I don’t know what else to do. I write not because I don’t understand what the “real” world is all about, but because I want to believe that we can make real another kind of world. I write to keep the world from melting in front of me…