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I love writing. I often write. I write about just anything. Likes, dislikes, love, hatred, admiration, aspiration, desperation, people near, people far. About life, tremendously wide and wild. About nature, with earth, with sun, with sea, with mountain, with river, with crop field, with animal, tamed, wild,.... Then about jobs, many walks of life to tell. About faith, many beliefs, sects, cults, temple, church, pagoda, synagoque, mosque, stupa, etcetera.. About myself, by what name I am, at what age, what I do, where I'm from, how I've grown, what I've learned, where I work, whom with I live, whom with I play....
You eat a piece of cake. What efforts you make to ingest it? So easy. Eating a piece of cake is easy. Yes, it's easy to eat a piece of cake! But mind you, you are born, eating then difficult; you are just suckling. It takes time to develop from sucking breastmilk to eating a piece of cake.
Same with writing. You know a, b,c. Difficult to write. you're not always there. Put the pen down for a, b. Then c, d,f all through x,y,z. Use your pen along. Sometime later, writing is easy. It's a piece of cake.