The reason I write.

For as long as I can remember, writing has always been an outlet for me, my favourite, I spend a lot of my time inside my own head: creating, destroying, reliving, analyzing. At times I feel as though other people can’t keep up with the pace at which I do this, other times I feel they just wouldn’t want to. So I write it down, I write down all the things I think people just won’t understand. I write down all the things that I feel are starting to cause clutter in my head, it’s a means by which I sort through mental clutter. I write down to remember, I write down to validate. If I write it down- it’s real!

However, while these reasons are all valid, they are not quite it. The real reason. The real reason that I write is because I am in love with creation. I love to look at a page of complete blank and fill it up with an idea that I gave birth to. Completely my own, that exists only because I do. I love that power I can exercise, playing god over characters that again only exist  because I willed them too. It’s a beautiful thing, a desire and passion I share with all artists. 

You can learn a lot about a person by looking at what they choose to create. It is, in my opinion, a tiny glimpse into the desires of their soul. It’s the way I best connect with mine. Ultimately, I write to bring a little bit more of me into the world.

I urge you to create something, anything, just let it be truly yours. In that way you would have contributed something to the world that only you could…is that not the best gift? 

Love,

Noni