Why do I write?
Why do I write? For many reasons, and here is one: I write to meet myself, to expand, explore, discover, and to know more.
I love the meeting of words and how sentences marry together for a greater whole.
That feeling when one line connects with another and they make each other shine in a way they could never do alone — like the candle and the flame; a perfect match.
Perhaps this is what the sacred union between woman and man is like?
Of course, not exactly the same, but if you are a writer or a reader, I think you get my point?
They can be alone; they make sense by themselves, but together as one, everything makes sense.
Why do I write?
I write to meet myself anew each day — to remember where I was and to see where I’m going. I am writing the map of my dreams, and as I write and revisit, they transform and evolve.
I write to ignite and awaken myself. I write for humanity and peace on earth. I write for the creative genius that dwells in each and every one of us. I write to unlock — and with words, the door is opened.
The door to where? The door to mind, the door to potential, and the mysteries behind.
Who am I, and how can I know? Well, I can’t, but I do, because I am constantly new. And so are you — if you allow yourself to. And if you don’t, that’s okay, you can remain the same. There’s nothing wrong with that; it is just not my way.
It is not that I do not like who I am; in fact, I’ve realized that I love this man. But as seasons change, so do we all, and writing helps me keep up with myself.
Sometimes I doubt, sometimes I scream, sometimes I fear, and sometimes I dream. It is all true, life in its flow, sensations changing faster than I know. And what keeps me on track are these very words from me to you.
I write because I am alive, and as I write, I awaken to the fact. I write to remind. I write to forget. I write to make my dent in time.
Why do I write? Why do I do anything at all?
Why do I wake up in the morning? Why do I strive for the stars?
Questions to ask, to ponder and feel.
The meaning of life — is it a dream?
I thank you for reading these words that brought us here, to this shared space in our journey through mind.
In this moment of peace, expressed without fear, without doubt or concerns, without feelings of need. I am glad to have shared, and gladder still if it has added to you in some way.
Comments are welcome and gladly received.
