Lines ... such a simple word. Yet with such a profound meaning. Profound because different people have different connotations of this word. It can be anything in a person's imagination. Like the borderline between the sea and the sky. The outline of stars in the canopy of clouds. The lining of the moon's glow from above. It may be some structure. The stanza completing a poet's verse. The hues shading a painter's sketch. A road toward someone's journey. Lines have some beginnings and some endings, some starting and some finishing thread in the tapestry of life.Lines ... I think of it in terms of melody, of a symphony, of harmony ... that's the line of thought of a writer. I also think of it as a pathway, an alley that allows me to travel into a thousand dreams. Life is a journey, travel, a tour, a destiny. The lines that we frequently walk on, fall on, stand on are the ones we most cherish and treasure much.A writer's line is a chronicle and documentation of his experiences, opinions, and values. Something like a form of legacy, a gift, a bequeath that he share and impart to his readers. Through his writings, it seems that a part of his life is conveyed, descended, transmitted, and received by his predecessor.As a writer, it is my duty to my readers and to society to impart and imbibe a responsible delivery and presentation of my art. Yes, we tell stories of human follies and sick society, that is the truth, but this world is not made of mere errors and mistakes. We simply have to believe despite this world's frailty, there are still some lines, some words that make a difference.We, with our pens, cannot change the world. But we, with our lines, can inspire. That is the writer's legacy to mankind.
