Life,  On Writing

The Reality about Writing a Blog

“If you’ve never eaten while crying you don’t know what life tastes like.” 
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


The reality about writing a blog is that it’s not reality-writing. A blog is not an all inclusive diary. It may be a slice of life and it may be all true, yet it’s never the entire truth. 

At least, my blog is not. 

Our good friend and host has returned and the past few days have been intensely emotional. Dark and melancholic mostly, but also beautiful. My current reality is about love and how people connect with one another in so many strong and incomprehensible ways. And although this reality doesn’t involve me directly—D and I are outsiders to the core of this human drama—it occupies my mind and heart.  

I don’t want to say more about it in public. I’m mentioning the situation only to show that my reality does not end where my stories about Swiss mountain trails and cat ladders do. There is a huge part of my life that remains hidden behind the screen, because it’s private and personal and involves others whose realities are not mine to tell. 


Photo: Friedhof Zollikon Dorf (Cemetery Zollikon Village)