Why I write

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.