Why write?
I’ve been thinking about why I write.
Is it a call for attention? A hope that it might lead to something big? A fear of missing out?
To be honest, yes, that was true in the past. And it felt good for a while. But then it started to itch.
Nothing ever felt good enough, no matter how successful things looked from the outside. I was always chasing the next thing, trying to unlock the secret to success. I was a prisoner, and the guard was me. I didn’t realize there was never a need for a key.
So, why do I write these days?
Mostly because writing has a cleansing effect on me. When I’m not writing in some form, it feels like a clogged drainpipe ready to burst.
Writing helps uncover what is hidden. It brings insight into what has been pushed out of sight. It sheds light on the shadows.
That is why I write. Why do you write?