Why I Write

 A few weeks back the hashtag “#WhyIWrite” was trending on social media and on twitter especially. Anyone who considered him or herself a writer would write a tweet explaining why they do what they do.

I write to know. I write to doubt. I write to explore. I write to burrow. I write to escape. I write to plunge. #WhyIWrite

— Grant Faulkner (@grantfaulkner) October 20, 2015

To realize dreams, be consumed by imagination, & feel that tingle of magic from carefree, childhood days, when all was possible. #WhyIWrite

— Courtney Kae (@Court_Kae) October 20, 2015

https://twitter.com/ParawlPerwyl/status/661578996316897280

So that’s what random people on twitter said. And then this is why one of my new and very dear friends writes!

#WhyIWrite
I write to feel, to understand, to grow. I write to express and to feel alive. I write because I hope.

— Bekah Standerfer (@BekahYork) October 20, 2015

But why do I write?

I write because it gives me a voice. I write because no one can interrupt me. If someone chooses to quit reading what I write, that’s their decision, but it doesn’t make the words exist any less.

I write because it’s cheaper than therapy and better for the soul than any substance (including coffee!). Because let’s face it…being a college student and a 20-something trying to figure out life is tough.

I write because sometimes it’s to hard to keep thoughts bottled up. They just keep coming and coming until I feel like I’ll explode if I don’t write some of it down.

I write because I have a lot to say. I have opinions, strong opinions. And I can add to the conversation as anyone can.

I write because I know it’s a talent God has blessed me with and to not use it would be to dishonor Him. I write so God can keep creating through His created.

I write to dream. I write to dare. I write to explore. I write to feel something. Sympathy. Empathy. Compassion. Grace. I write to grow.

I write and that’s all there is to it.