“Confess to yourself in the deepest hour of the night whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write. Dig deep into your heart, where the answer spreads its roots in your being, and ask yourself solemnly, Must I write?”
My translation: In everyday life we come to crossroads when we must make choices. We can only try our hardest, if that, because well... we are only human right? As people we have aspirations and dreams, sometimes we have so many dreams or "loves" that we must pick and chose ones we'll hang onto. Those forgotten loves, the lost dreams, die. This quote isn't quite as dramatic if taken literally and logically. No living person who physically stop breathing if forbidden to write. This is the representation of the crossroads they would endure if faced with such a decision.
Yes?
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