A wise man once asked me:
dig deep and figure out why you’re writing. b/c i don’t think it’s JUST for yourself. and guess what? there’s nothing wrong with that. i don’t write just for myself. i write to be read. i write b/c i think it’s one of my gifts.
so tell me, my friend, WHY do you write? holla.
I have thought about it every day since then. This is not a simple question.
I know why I write. I write because I love to write. I love the feeling I get when I put thoughts down, I love the struggle of finding the right word, the right phrase, of creating the right rhythm. I delight in challenging myself to write something better than last time. It is a constant endeavor, always wishing to improve on what I say and how I say it; always trying to be better than I was before. There are few things I enjoy more than writing.
Why I blog, though… that is a different story all together.
Blogging is an ideal format for me. I love to write, but I’m not entirely creative enough to come up with fictional stories. Believe me, I have tried. I do, however, love to recount the tales of things that I’ve done and things that have mattered to me. I love to share in my days, and my experiences. I enjoy helping others to see what I’ve seen and to feel what I’ve felt. I share things most people wouldn’t dream of talking about, wouldn’t dream of sharing, because it’s important to me to be real. I am not perfect. I have bad days, and self doubts and second thoughts. I get lonely, sad, down on myself; all of those moments are the truth, and I need to share them exactly as they are, exactly as I feel them. The amazing days, the amazing moments; I share those with the same passion. I pass on my wonder and awe, my hurt and confusion at the world around me – the life I live – all with equal honesty.
And the single most satisfying thing I have derived from blogging is the realization that I am not alone. Not in ANY of it.
Somewhere out there, there is someone that is thinking the same way, feeling the same way, and wondering the same things as I am. Never in my life have I felt more connected to people that can reach out and help each other cope. I blog because I crave that connection, with friends and family members or strangers and acquaintances, with anyone willing to read and relate. I don’t want to write something that you can look at and say, “Wow, that was really well written.” I want to write something that pulls at you, that makes you realize a little something more about yourself, and causes you to remark, “I know exactly what you mean.”
THAT is why I blog.
That is why I love it.
And that is why I will continue.
