Writing is so very cathartic. Sometimes you want to throw yourself into someone’s arms, to taste life, to travel to places unknown, and the words that you place on paper are the closest that you’ll ever get to experiencing all that you want to, all that you need to. And sometimes, it’s enough. It’s enough to write about that which you’ll never feel, never know, because you understand that when someone else reads them, your words will fill them with such light, such joy. And that is true beauty: to be able to move someone that you’ll never meet and with your words, bond with them for life. In the end, the mission has been accomplished. Your words were just the middle-man.