Why write?
I have been thinking about why I write…
A call for attention? A desire that it will lead to something “big”? A fear of missing out?
To be honest – in the past, yes. And it felt good, for a while. Then it started to itch...
A constant feeling that nothing was good enough, no matter how successful things looked according to others. Always one step ahead, trying to find the key to “success”. I was a prisoner, and the guard was me – not realizing that there was no need for a key.
Why am I writing these days?
The main reason is that writing has a cleansing effect on me. When I'm not writing in one way or another, it's like a clogged drain pipe on the verge of bursting.
Writing is a way to uncover the covered. A way to gain insight into things that are out of sight. A way to shed a light on the shadows.
That's why I write. Why do you write?