Why I Write

I sit at my computer waiting for words, any words, the right words. My goal is to answer a single question. A simple one, yet incredibly complicated.

Why do I write?

Many of the reasons are known to me, but I anticipate discovering new answers. I find my mind can be loud with thousands of answers and solutions, a noise so deafening it fades into silence.

As I collect my thoughts on this question, I’ll begin simply and find the rhythm along the way.

I write for clarity.

I write to compose the steady and often overwhelming thoughts echoing in my head.

I write for passion.

I write to inspire myself and hopefully others.

I write because I feel I must.

I write for my humanity, as a reminder that I am flawed. I write to remember that’s okay.

I write for the freedom I wish to feel from boundaries and restrictions.

I write as someone who knows my youth yet searches for wisdom.

I write for the adventure, unsure where it may lead.

I write for the connection, both with myself and with others who push me to grow.

I write to be a moment in time.

I write for those know me and those who think they do.

I write for the challenge. I write to face my fears.

I write to improve. I write to succeed.

I write for myself and the joy of it.