Why I W.R.I.T.E.
Ø I write because I can.
I write as a testament of my will to live and to express my love in every way I choose to
I write as appreciation to God for this given talent
I write to become better at it.
I write because it’s the only thing I know how to do to free myself
I write for the hell of it
I write for the heaven of it, too.
I write to humor myself,
to pep talk myself,
to inspire myself, to calm myself down,
to refocus myself, to remind myself, to declare my position,
to defend my own opinions, to express my joy, to cure my sorrorws, to heal my wounds,
to capture the moment, to help others, to search for a better way, to create a story,
to live in that story, to learn something, to find a different viewpoint, to see the world,
through another shade of color, to embrace a new idea,
to believe,
to enjoy my time, to finish a deadline, to clear my mind, to empty my thoughts,
to reach out to someone, to endure, to refuel, to replenish my will, to satisfy my urges,
to burn bridges, to build trust, to allow the passion to run through my fingers and put me on an instant high,
to hide, to reveal, to scorn, to acclimate, to suffer, to heal, to seek redemption,
to love.
I write because I am.
Which means…to me atleast,
I am, because I write.