If the only thing I were to do was read then I would find it easy to understand.
If the only thing I were to do was write then I would let imagination create numerous texts. However, I can do neither exclusively and so I become acquainted with a difficulty.

The struggle to Understand and be Understood.

I read to understand what someone wrote to be understood regardless of how failed my attempt might lead. I write in attempt to be understood and guide as far as I comprehend though failed my effort may be.