Why Write?

Why Write?

"Writing is so boring. You should rather watch T.V. Why write?"

"Writing is not a career. When will you start thinking rationally? Why write?"

"Writers don't earn much. Then, why write?"

I write to express. Because I know that people haven't always been there for me. They have left me alone in my darkest nights. I have made enemies and lost friends. I have been alone. Completely alone. No one to talk to. No one to listen. So I write.

A blank paper and a pen have always been there for me. When I wanted to tell someone about a happy moment and I couldn't, I turned to my notebook. Because writing is my only escape. Every day, I am fighting to be me. It isn't as easy as it looks. I want to break those unbreakable barriers and walk to the side where the grass is greener. So I write.

Because I have always been lonely. Even when I am sitting in a room full of people, I feel lost. Because I am not one of those cool kids. And I don't fit in. And writing about my pain and crying over the pages is the only thing that keeps me sane. So I write.

Because when I fell in love for the first time, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and let the world know that I was finally happy. But no one cared about it. So I write.

Because sometimes I feel like I can cry and drown in my own tears. Sometimes I feel like I am so happy, I can laugh till I die. But it sounds too absurd when I say it out loud. So I write.

Because people laugh at me when I tell them that I want to change the world. Nobody takes me seriously. They think that I am going through a phase and I'd get over it someday and regret my mistake. But I want to prove them wrong, so I write.

I feel that if I write, I have saved that memory for an eternity. And I can always go back to those pages and live those moments again. Because I want to remember those bad memories just as much as I want to remember those good memories. Because I forever want to remember how the first three months in college were hell and how happy I was when I finally started to fit in. So I write.

Because unfortunately I wasn't born in a fairytale. I never got my letter to Hogwarts. I never found the golden ticket to Willy Wonka's Chocolate factory. I never found Aladdin's genie. But I wanted to be a part of that world, so I write.

Because I don't care if I am rich or famous. I am not running in any of those rat races. Because I refuse to let others define success for me. I just want to be happy and define success on my own terms. So I write.

Do I have what it takes to be a writer? I don't know. I only know that I am moving in that direction. Step by step, I am walking. I am not perfect today. But I will be someday. I can't even imagine living a life where I would be happy doing anything else. The mere thought of not being able to run my pen across a page in a pattern that would paint some symbolic picture of my existence is enough to send me into convulsions.

And so I write.