Words are powerful. They can create, they can destroy. They can motivate, inspire, offer a bit of comfort to those in need.
I use words in written form because they are almost set in stone.
They leave a trail behind.
It’s such a definitive action, don’t you think?
But it’s not the only reason.
I write because I think we’re all made of stories. I’d like to find out what my story is.
Also, to be, words are beauty, so I aspire to create something beautiful.
I write because it gives me hope. It offers me an escape from the day to day madness of living in this world.
I write because it calms my soul.
I write because it’s the best way I know of to prove to others that I am alive. That I have lived… I think and I write what I think, therefore I exist.
Why do you write?