I do not write because I am addicted to it or it makes me have my adrenaline rush. I write because it allows me to have a stable control over my own reality. I write because it makes me feel good about myself. I write for my own-self.
A painter needs to paint to express the pain they are going through and a drummer needs to hit the drum to let it out. Similarly, I write because it makes me feel good. My writings and pieces can be easily treated as an open invitation into my word for you, my readers. It is a world not many get to see, leave alone a chance of living. I put words into what I feel.
“Another one of your drama pieces! From where do you get so much pain,” is what they comment to me on every time I shared a new piece (or poems) on my Facebook timeline.
I write because it allows me to have a stable control over my own reality. I write because it makes me feel good about myself. I write for my own-self.
The words that I type are way different than the words that I speak. My own opinion about any matter comes after I have written something. I always allow my words to do the talking. They often dance around in my head before they arrange themselves into context. If I show you a page of my journal, all you will see are daily ramblings that make no sense to anyone. Not even me when I read them after sometime. Some of the ramblings are so old that I don’t even remember the context. The journals that I have been keeping for so long have tons and tons of questions. Some of those questions are only answerable by me. Some of the questions are rhetorical and final thoughts. They don’t need an answer.
People come to me and say that I am selfish. Yes, I am selfish when it comes to writing. I write for myself most of the time. I do not write to please anyone but myself. But that does not mean that I do not write for others. I do write for other people. I write open letters for people that matter to me but I cannot send it to them. I write letters to a friend I know I won’t ever be able to talk to again. But through that letter, that person is with me for a brief period of time. That person is listening to me. For a brief moment in time, that person cares for what I have to say. My addiction of writing makes everything possible for me again. I am back to dreaming about the life that I want to live. I write to lock away every memory inside my brain for as long as I want.
I am a fragile being. I believe all writers are fragile beings. We doubt ourselves of not being good enough at writing or at living life. As writers, we try to pour out feelings of our hearts into the words that we type or write. And soon someone is able to see what is inside, we get scared. We, the writers, we are terrified. It is like we are standing naked in front of millions of readers who have just peeked inside our souls. So here is why I write.
I write to narrate my story to the world. I do not write to brag about my achievements or life milestones. I do not write for your sympathy. I do not write to ask for you to pity me or my life. I write to share what I know or have learn about life every day. I write because that is the only thing other than love that makes sense to me in this world. Writing for me is the only way to know my true place in this world. It allows me closely asses every relationships that I have had or I will have, it gives me the freedom to evaluate the choice I make, and the moments I choose to live. For me, writing is my freedom from boredom. To me, everything around me is like an untold story.
Everything I see or come in contact with becomes a part of a paragraph or the meaning behind a sentence. Everything that I have no idea about usually turns into random words. Suddenly, it all starts making sense to me. I start seeing the bigger picture, clearly. To me, writing is the missing piece of a puzzle that makes everything come together.
However, everything that starts must also end at some point.
Yes, I write to please myself and therefore, I must accept the heartbreak and the pain I go through when my writing helps me understand reality. Writing does not always help me in feeling better about a particular situation. Writing is like your best friend. The one friend that is realist and keeps it practical when it comes to life. It tells you exactly how it is without sugarcoating the details. It hurts.
Writing has the power to show you both sides of a coin. It can take you to a delusional world or bring you back to the more painful, and truthful, real world. It puts you right where you belong.
Writing allows you to garner a lot of fame as well. We all know about the famous writers like [amazon_textlink asin=’B01ETJABRE’ text=’J.K Rowling’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’immuddkha-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’9bd30702-cc8e-11e7-bf7e-1d976a40494a’], [amazon_textlink asin=’B06XDQZGHC’ text=’Roy Moore’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’immuddkha-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’a78df467-cc8e-11e7-a6f2-9d626b4ec710′], [amazon_textlink asin=’0860681297′ text=’Margaret Atwood’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’immuddkha-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’b585b348-cc8e-11e7-a143-7bcae4cac9b8′], [amazon_textlink asin=’1783783559′ text=’Rebecca Solnit’ template=’ProductLink’ store=’immuddkha-21′ marketplace=’UK’ link_id=’c3596f2f-cc8e-11e7-b068-b1c1ab1c2e5f’], Stephen King and many others who have had legendary fan followings. While writing does create a lot of fame and friends, some writers do succeed in creating enemies as well.
Everybody loves to be in the limelight, good or bad. However, when it comes to a writer, no one or nothing is safe. You are being evaluated (read judged) at a whole new level. Be careful about the words you choose to utter from your mouth. You need to be mindful of your actions and your reactions. Most importantly, you need to be careful about what you promise. Because a writer notes every tiny detail at the back of their mind. Yes, they have a notepad given to them by the Creator of this world. They use that notepad to record everything – every little damn thing – forever.
