Why I write
I began writing to improve the skill. As I began writing my emotions took over. I started writing about what was bothering me at the time. The more I wrote the more I realized I had to make different decisions in my life. Decisions I did not want to make. I began to understand myself. To keep my sanity. To set my mind free – caged no longer and to get to know who I truly am. I wanted to improve my life and to become aware of my conduct. To know myself to examine myself to create a different life.
Writing is opening the gate of my mind, seeing what’s inside and releasing all my wild thoughts. What I find are so many opportunities an awareness that I have unlimited potential. When I go deeper still I find nothing. A huge vastness of nothing. That frightens me greatly. I quickly want to fill it up with something. I write so I can give words to all the emotions and feelings that are not clear and have some clarity in my life in an attempt to make sense of my world. I write to remember. I write to kill the time. I write so that what ever I have inside comes out. I write because I feel relaxed afterwards. I write to see what my pains are. Writing is painful for me and I want to find out why. I write because it makes me feel alive. I write to fill in all my wonderments; to know about all that I wonder about. I write so I continue to exist.
