I Want To Write...

I want to write for me. I want to write for the sake of writing. For the sake of expressing. For the sake of providing an outlet to my plethora of emotions.

I want to write because words are beautiful. And the world is beautiful. And because I'm truly convinced that our world is what we make of it. And how can we make of it? With words. Every letter and every syllable touching upon a forgotten emotion or a long-lost memory.

The start of every new paragraph becomes the turning of a leaf, the discovery of a thought you never knew you possessed, the unveiling of a feeling.

I want to write because I want to read. And writing makes me a better reader. A better judge. A better feeler. A better listener.

I want to write to reassure you that you're not alone. That you're human. And that all your freak-outs, your doubts, your insecurities, your wake-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night-questioning-your-very-existences - they happen to all of us.

And so I write. I do not write to be read, I write to express.

And now I realize this is terribly cliche. But still, I write...