We often treat nonfiction as the realm of clarity, facts, truths, and lessons. But even in the most well-intentioned writing, something curious happens: each reader walks away with something slightly different. The same sentence might inspire one person and confuse another. A personal story might feel universal to some, but irrelevant to others.
This is as true in fiction and fantasy as it is in memoir or self-help, perhaps even more so.
That’s not because the writer failed.
It’s because understanding isn’t fixed. Meaning is shaped by the reader’s own experiences, assumptions, and readiness to receive it. No two people truly read the same book. Even when the words are identical, the interpretation lives in a different place.
This is what makes human communication both fragile and deeply beautiful.
We’re not just sharing information, we’re shaping connection. The power of words isn’t in how precisely they land, but in how honestly they invite someone in. That idea sits at the heart of much of my writing on presence, attention, and what we choose to notice.