up from the ashes of loss

So here I am, inspired by a recent amount of pain to post my thoughts for the world to see. I just accidentally deleted a great deal of my past writings off of my computer in trying to save them, all because I was so eager to get them back--too eager, in fact. And when you're too eager to possess or re-possess something, it normally just slips through your clutching grasp. As a self-declared writer, losing past works is a severe blow. It's like pieces of my mind have been erased, and there is no retrieval. But then I realized that those things I lost were the things I never shared. Hence, inspiration. Herein, I seek to share. What is a writer if he does not share what he writes? What is an artist if no one sees his paintings? We create to relate--so here I am, sharing, relating. I'm a human just like you, and it's about time we stopped hiding things. We're not so alone as we think--I'm finding this is true the more and more I give and share of myself. This is me, sharing...