Prompt: Why I Write

I write to be crazy.  I write to be sane.  I write because I can.  I write because it’s the one thing no one can take from me.  I write because it’s the one aspect of my life no one else can control.  I write to the angels.  I write to the demons.  I write to share ideas.  I write to communicate.  I write to be quiet.  I write to clear the muck from my mind and spirit.  I write to improve my writing.  I write to fill the gaping hole in my mind.  I write to fill the gaping hole in my heart.  I write to find peace.  I write to bring quiet to the fears.  I write for the adventure.  I write for happiness.  I write for joy.  I write for love.  I write to find myself.  I write to understand.  I write to question.  I write to grow.  I write to evolve.  I write to help others.  I write to make peace with the things I cannot control.  I write as a spiritual practice.  I write to find light in the darkness.  I write to honor life.  I write to tell people’s stories of experiences.  I write to imagine and visualize possibilities.  I write in solitude.  I write in community.  I write within my comfort zone.  I write to venture out of my comfort zone.  I write to find courage.  I write to find strength.  I write to find hope.  I write to still the fears.  I write about home.  I write about places.  I write about oceans and beaches.  I write about farmhouses and barns and windmills.  I write about cool watermelon slices with family on the porch.  I write about trains.  I write about writing.  I write about living.  I write about dying.  I write in remembrance.  I write to heal.  I write to forgive.  I write to give thanks.  I write to forget.  I write as an act of faith.  I write out of my anger and into my passion.  I write to find truth.  I write to uncover untruths.  I write because it makes me smile.  I write because it makes me laugh.  I write because it makes me cry.  I write because it makes me think.  I write because it makes me feel.  I write for the stillness and slowness.  I write through the eyes and heart of a child.  I write through the eyes and heart of the old soul.  I write through the fears to the freedom.  I write because it frees my spirit.  I write on purpose.  I write past the fear of stepping out into the light.  I write to find out for myself, once and for all, if words can ever be enough.  I write to influence and create change.  I write in the church.  I write in the park.  I write in the library.  I write in the coffee shop.  I write amidst the busyness of life swirling all around me, threatening to consume me.    I write to save myself.  I write to lose myself.  I keep writing through it all, until I suddenly realize the urgency and the need of the writing itself, the need to be brought forth out into life, into existence.  I write passed the doubts and uncertainties that try to cause me to feel like this list is meaningless.  I write because I am aware of the power in this, the beauty, the spirituality.  In Why I Write, Terry Tempest Williams says, “I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient.”

Well these are my thoughts, what do YOU think??

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