Literature is alive. It is a living, breathing piece of the author's soul splayed out painstakingly on a small piece of paper. A piece of paper that any one given person could cherish, while the next could crumple it up to use to discard gritty tasteless gum that smells faintly of stale onions. Some might ask, why on earth would you continue to give small pieces of yourself away, knowing the innumerable fates it is sure to endure. Well, as a writer, you have to.
The words burn your fingertips as the stories bouncing around in your mind yearn to be told, yearn to be read, yearn to be loved and tarnished. Each sentence carries a story deeper than the one on the page. Each story lives and fights to inspire, evoke emotion and expand the mind of those who read even just one single sentence of the entire piece and it is a writer's job, no destiny, to sacrifice themselves so others may receive their gift of words.
It's funny really, how impeccably terrifying yet satisfying it is to get a story down on the page. Once it's done, the weight of the words is immediately lifted off your shoulders. But, will anyone like it? Will anyone even read it or will it sit in a vat of unread stories collecting dust on each carefully picked word? Well, who knows. You have to write anyway.
Write beautifully. Write awfully. Write ugly and gritty. Write pretty and light. Write fast. Write carelessly. Write slow and precise. Write to inspire. Write to share an untold story that needs to be shouted out to the world. Write to make me feel something. Words on a page are just words until there is feeling behind them. Write to make people laugh or cry or grow so angry they want to throw their reading chair out the window.
Do it because you have it. Do it because if you don't get it out you might word vomit a terrifically terrible story on a date and become a crazy cat lady for life. You have to share your experiences because in my opinion, the greatest writers are the most damaged. How can you make someone feel their own heartbreak at a single sentence, feel so angry at a world that is all but real, if you yourself haven't felt them?
You, the little writer you, must give your gift to save others. Save them from the word they live in, from ignorances, from themselves, by giving them a little of you. But don't worry, those painfully magical sentences will give and give and give, even back to you.