When I tell people I like to write, a common response is, “Ah, I wish I was a good writer, too.” I didn’t say I was any good — I said I enjoyed it. Truthfully, writing is really easy. What’s difficult is being honest: not simply telling the truth of a matter, but being honest with and about ourselves. I’ve heard that good communication is the key to strong relationships and thus happiness, but aside from this (and beyond writing), I think we all still find ways of telling the truth — we just don’t do it with words.
Sometimes we tell the truth about ourselves through the music we listen to or clothes we wear. Maybe we tell the truth about our love by obsessing over the particulars of a gift for someone. Sometimes, the truth is told about our hurt through long hours spent isolated or the addictions we try to hide. With a lot of things, it’s really difficult to be honest. Sometimes it’s important to remember that.