I write because I can. I can use my words to express how I’m feeling. I can urge someone to try something new. I can make anyone feel what I want them to feel. I can influence someone.
But why do I really write? I write because the real world disappoints me. The real world turns you into someone who isn’t in touch with your creativity. It hinders your growth and stops you from exploring who you really are and who you are meant to be. It dictates the usual: go to school, get your diploma, get a job, get married, retire. It’s always about money and money and money.
I write because I want to find something else and I want to find that spark that once was there when I held a pen and paper and wrote down my thoughts. I write because I believe that this is my happiness and the first step towards it is to just do it.