The Bird Sings, No One Asks Why

Listening to one of my old Peter, Paul & Mary albums the other day, I was reminded of the perennial question, "Why write?" Here are the lyrics that sparked it:

If I had wings no one would ask me should I fly.
The bird sings, no one asks why.
I can see in myself wings as I feel them.
If you see something else, keep your thoughts to yourself,
I’ll fly free then.

(Read the rest of "If I Had Wings" here.)

I believe everyone has something worth singing to the world and a special way of doing it: with the voice, in song or speech; in dance, music, theater, the visual arts; in cooking, caring, cuddling; in building buildings, others' self-esteem, democracies, worlds; in writing. No one asks why the bird sings or what its song is worth. Depending on how you look at it, it's worth nothing-- or everything.

Stop asking why as a way to procrastinate. Just do it.

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