Communication is one of the most difficult things for a human to do, I think. Just for the sheer breath and scope of humanity--we are all the same, in so many ways--yet, each of us is an individual, with our own separate and unique thoughts and experiences.
Still, sometimes we do manage to connect with each other--for despite our vast differences, many of us share the same emotions and experiences. This is why theater and movies and television work so well--especially when the scriptwriter has touched a similar chord in our collective souls. We may be individuals, we may not always relate to each other--but, enough of us do, to make communication work.
I don't know if this makes sense or not. One of the reasons I write is, of course, to communicate. But, I also write for my own pleasure. I've been messing about with a play, and I don't think it would be publishable--because I don't feel it really communicates anything--but when I write in my blog, sometimes...sometimes I think I make it work. There's something special, when I write, that I feel--that makes the effort worthwhile, knowing I'm stretching my thoughts and feelings out to dozens--even hundreds--of people, and knowing that somewhere I out there...maybe, just maybe, I'll make a connection.
