Day 23- WEC- My words matter

Some 10 years back when I read the Fountainhead and I ran a regular blog like this one ,I had written a post about knowing someone who reminded me of the character in Ayn Rand's Fountainhead , the name of the character was Howard Roark.

I don't remember much of the description of Howard except that he was exceptionally intelligent and courageous and skillful. That the mediocre tried every trick available to pull him down ,but he surmounts all those difficulties to be a clear winner.

This man I knew in my life was somewhat like that. Intelligent, courageous, held his own, didn't bother what people thought of him and mind you, a lot of people spoke about him behind his back.

A. Because he chose who he interacted with . He didn't simply let any Tom Dick and Harry have screen time.
B. Nobody knew what he was upto. He was a man of very few words.

Those were the days when my blog wasn't popular, like right now and I thought no one was reading.

Only, I was wrong.

A few months back , I ran into this man and he reminded me about that blog post and told me he knew it was about him.  He knew I admired him deeply.

Such is the power of publishing.

I thought noBody cared what I wrote. But the man I cared for kept a close watch, studied me whether I meant what I wrote and came to light when the time was right.

That is why writing is so powerful and important. I know I maybe touching the life of just one person positively but that matters. My words matter. My thoughts matter. My opinions matter. I am alive and that matters.