Who knows what makes a person express his thoughts, hidden stories, fictional characters, joys, fears, colors, sounds, and feelings through writing...?            The massive problem is that I am never satisfied with my writing. That's why I'm constantly adding, erasing, crossing out, redoing, then crossing out the revised and correcting again, so everything seems never to be finished. I could fix it until I die, and it still wouldn't be set right.            May it be good!            It's like life, eternally correcting and redirecting to become better people. Because it is known what can never be emphasized enough - where there are good people, it is suitable for everyone! And the fact that there are few good people is a story in itself.            The number of ways words can be arranged and what they want to say is almost unlimited. If it were not so, there would be only one direction, and life would have fulfilled its purpose long ago and disappeared.