My provisional theme here: On a day-to-day basis I use writing to figure out who I am.
-Sumire, Sputnik Sweetheart
I’ve been wondering why I write. I have been trying to find that definitive answer lately.
To be able to write, I read. I read a lot of books, opinions, poetry and even Facebook comments. I get inspiration from the most random thing and it somehow fuels me. It ignites my passion for words and literature.
It hit me like lightning while I was reading. I connected with Sumire. I write because I don’t know who I am. I write because I need to think and the best way I know how is if I write (or type) away. I write because I don’t know how I will go through life and need an outlet of sorts. I need to write because I have feelings deep within me waiting to be shared. It give me my escape, simply put.
I write because I can and it doesn’t really matter if what I write makes sense to others. I write for myself, for pure personal pleasure. And maybe for that glimmer of hope that someday, somewhere my words will inspire others.
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This post was written for Day 1 of Writing 101. This is my second time to try this and I am excited. If you want to read my first take of this post, click here.