I CAN see the countries where my blog is being viewed, but the ‘countries’ doesn’t mean the ‘people’.
I wanted to know who read what. I wanted to know what affects who. I wanted to know how they understand what. I wanted to know why they like what.
I just wanted to know because ‘knowing’ matters for me. Because not knowing is like not caring at all. And I do care.
But for this case, knowing all of those seems impossible. There’s only one way to express how I care. And that way is this way. Writing where it is neither my hands nor my fingers which write, it is my heart. My hands and fingers are only followers. They are followers of my heart.
This way, I know I can reach people, I know I can touch lives, I know I can make a change even if it’s that small, I know I can make a difference.
As long as I can use my hand, I will. As long as I can write, I will. As long as my heart is beating, it will dictate.
Even if I didn’t know what lies on the other end.. Even if I will never know who’s on the other end.. I will continue to write.
And YOU, yes you who’s reading this, please know that I wanted to know you. Please know that knowing you really matters to me. Please know that wherever in the world you are, we are connected by this. Please know that in any other way, our paths will cross. Please know that this is our time; it’s just you reading and me reaching to you.
Please know that I do care for you. Yes, I care for you. (:
*Please take time to click the title and read the link and you’ll see* (: