Why I Write

Today in class we read a short essay by Terry Tempest Williams entitles "Why I Write." Even though Williams began almost every sentence with "I write...", it was very eloquent. Inspiring, even. Cheesy, I know...but it was just so relatable. Good thing it was exciting to me since that was the next assignment. This is what I ended up with...

I write because I don't know how not to. I write to record the emotions of life - both the joyous & the heartbreaking. I write to give voice to those with none. I write to better understand myself. I write an inner dialogue with my Creator. I write photographs into words. I write to bring humor to a world that is in need of more laughter. I write so that the balm of words will sooth my anger. I write letters I could never send. I write because it is easier than speaking. I write to unveil my vulnerability. I write to sort through my fears. I write to bring vibrant color to a world that often wants to see in black & white. I write to put myself in the shoes of characters of the past. I write to secure my dreams, staking a claim on my future. I write to remember the road I've traveled. I write to put words to the shouted syllables in moments of joy or pain. I write to remind myself to be thankful. I write to honor those who have left impressions on my life. I write to be a shining star amidst the darkness. I write to record my passions - the beats of my heart. I write because I long for communion with the Author of my life. I write to pretend. I write to grow. I write to lash out. I write in order to forgive. I write out of boredom & procrastination. I write words that dare not cross the threshold of my lips. I write to imagine the love that my heart so desires. I write the songs that play repeatedly in my head & heart. I write to correct the wrongs I see in the world. I write in anticipation of all that is to come. I write in disbelief. I write to dissect those things that befuddle me. I write in order to change. I write what my senses experience. I write what is written on my heart. I write the footsteps of my pilgrimage.