Why do I love to write, you ask? Some people cringe at the thought of putting a pen to paper. Me? I crave the satisfaction of coming up with a phrase that flows so effortlessly. It's not easy or quick at times but why would you want something you love to be over so soon? Some people have a knack for sports or cooking or knitting and some people have a knack for words.
The possibilities are endless, the creations incredible. Writing, true writing, from the heart is therapy for the soul. I'm not talking about an academic essay or something that involves critical thinking. I am talking about raw emotion and abandonment. The joy of writing for yourself is that it doesn't have to make sense to anyone but you. It does not have to be shared or critiqued, unless that is what you choose.
I also love to write because I also love to read. I believe writing and reading go hand in hand. Writing something beautiful and meaningful has the same effect as reading something beautiful and meaningful. It fills your body with peace and a sense of calmness. You can forget about your problems at work and distract yourself with another world.
Writing also doesn't always have to be deep and serious. It can be funny or devastatingly sad. Writing is there to evoke emotion, to make you feel something. The beauty of writing is that it is universal. Anyone can do it in their own language. Without writing, I would not be here today writing this article. Writing is learning and growth and creativity. Writing is freedom of the mind.
