We may or may not know how our writing affects those who read our words, unless they tell us. We write what we know, but the interpretation is the reader's own. We write a portion of the story. The reader writes the rest.
I posted a very short piece several days ago. I don't enjoy writing when I feel disconnected and never like what I've written when I'm in that state. Inevitably, though, when I'm frustrated with my inability to express an inexplicable emotion, I find affirmation when I learn something I've written has touched someone.
A friend left a two-word comment on my Facebook page, which read, "Life lesson!" I've mulled over this comment for awhile, because I didn't understand it. I think my friend was thanking me, perhaps for echoing his own thoughts or for imparting shared despair and outrage. His intention is irrelevant. What's important was that he was moved.
While each of us views life through the lens shaped by our own experience, we inhabit the same world. When someone tells me we see the same things and feel the same feelings, I feel less disconnected.
Life lesson, indeed.