Why I write? A simple question or the beginning of a long answer. I often ask myself, maybe too often, why is it that I write? Writing outside of the academic arena is somewhat new to me. For the longest time I would never profess myself as being a writer – not a serious one, anyway. And furthermore, I was not someone who even enjoyed reading. In the past, I wrote because I simply had to. I was forced to by teachers, parents, and bosses. But I have since changed. Writing is now a very different thing then it used to be. I now write because it fills me with excitement. It honestly ignites my emotions. As corny as it sounds, writing can’t hurt me. I can be fearless when I put pen to paper, or hands to keyboard. Writing is not something that is a burden anymore. Writing helps me to archive my thoughts, memories, and adventures. Writing helps me to relive and reflect on experiences.
I love storytelling, and I want to tell stories. Writing allows me to do that. Writing is cheap. I don’t need a camera or an expensive program to build a compelling narrative; I already have all the tools: a pencil, a paper (or a computer) . . . but most importantly, my thoughts. The whys might change over time, but writing is something that will always exist for me. I have a new passion and joy for writing. I am now proud to call myself a writer.