Reasons why I write as should you
Ever thought about these words “Why do I write?’’ Do my words matter? What brought about this overwhelming act to write down your thoughts? Is writing a form of sport? A means of engagement or an escape from all the “crazy” stored up in our heads?
I really wish I knew yours because mine is still a work in progress. I am words undefined and unbound. This is a stress reliever like no other! Who knew I could put down words, arrange them in a sentence that would be relatable?
Writing is Freedom
I was in a dark place and writing found me. It is my way out! My great escape into a reality I alone hold the keys to and control. My chains fell off and I saw the light.
Writing is my new Reality
I live daily for the words and will write consciously and subconsciously. Events and situations come and go but our words are always a reminder which is Golden. History isn’t just eras lived and passed down to generations in form of tales but also writings; words forge history.
Writing is Storytelling
Our lives are involved with daily stories which naturally are overlooked as incidents, coincidences and events which once written down could tell a tale like no other if only we’re observant and willing to write down that day’s event.
Writing is Medicine
Many go through life never expressing their true feelings, habits and characters which social media apps have assisted a little in revealing this true nature. But for others, who don’t ever have the chance to, it can lead to symptoms like mood swings, anger over little things and even suicide in some cases. According to statistics in America, over 44k die from suicide, this isn’t cool at all let alone the stats for the world; but one of the stress relievers and ways to curb this is by expressions which can be done in different forms, one of which is writing.
I write because I have to. I write for the truth and peace of mind. There’s not enough rope to bind my hands. There’s not enough tape to shut this eyes. The stones you throw can make me bleed. But I won’t stop until I write all that’s within me. I know it’s hard, it can be so hard but we have to try. This is a battle I must win to want to be seen and heard is not a sin.
It’s sad ain’t nobody calling my phone asking Where you been? Where you at? What’s on your mind? For the sake of it except my mama. This is why I very much can relate to Drake - God’s Plan words “I only love my bed and my momma, I’m sorry”. Every life is precious but very few care about mine which is enough and my pain are let out with words. What’s the day without a little night?
As the words of Kayil York, “Find your voice in this world and let it set your soul free.”
What is your Voice? Find it and Find Freedom! Mine is through my words written, what’s yours?
Just trying to make sense of it all.