Why I Write - A Poem.

Why I Write - A Poem

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I write for the pleasure of it.

I write for the very reason I drink water. It nourishes my soul.

I write to understand the world within and without.

I write for me, and hope that, someday, someone finds my thoughts on paper as amusing and as entertaining as I do.

I write not to impress but to express my unique perception of this colorful world I live in.

Writing is part of me. It adds color, texture, and fragance to my every day experience.

When I am sad, I write. When I am confused, I write. When it feels like the whole world is closing in on me, I write.

When an intriguing thought flashes on the screen of my mind, I scribble it down. I know it’s the universe whispering it’s secrets into my ears.

Can you hear her? the universe I mean.

Every time I write, I uncover a new side of me. A side that surprises me, sometimes frightens me.

Writing upgrades the lens through which I see the world around me. It allows me to zoom in on the beauty, and ugliness of humanity. Above all, it recenters my life-compass towards Truth, whatever that may be.

In writing, I’m free. Free from all mental, social, and physical chains. Like a bird, I can fly and perch at the top of Mt. Kilimanjaro. Like a fish, I can swim to the depths of the Atlantic ocean.

Writing reminds me of my God-like DNA. Like God, from nothing I create something. With every word, I spin a new world into existence. With just the movement of my digits across a keyboard, something beautiful, something magical, something stupid appears before me.

So you ask me why I write? Let me ask you this, why do Roses bloom, why do Jasmine’s smell pleasant, why do trees shed their leaves? why do babies cry?

I am here now. You are here now. We are here now. Born into the age of digital machines. What a billion-dollar luck.

I don’t need stones to etch my thoughts like Moses in the Bible. All I need is a tablet to engrave my words into the fabric of silicon, of course without the blood, sweat and tears of stone carving.

What a wonderful gift, this life is. Enjoy it with all it’s pleasures - and writing is one of them - for thy cometh a time, where all will be lost and gone.  

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