I write because I am fascinated by words. I find they hold a beauty unlike anything else created by men. While on one side they are purely meaningless and have no real tie to material things, it’s marvellous the way over time humanity has created such a huge variety of them and studied perfect ways to use them for various needs. I would love nothing more than to get glimpse of the moment the very concept of a word was born – what must have that looked like?
“What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.” – Shakespeare
I write because I like to express myself. The idea of leaving any kind of print of my passage on this planet is a strong source of motivation, even if I have no delusions that anyone will remember me for my words. I still think it’s worth a shot to try and express my opinion on things, as I am sure that sometimes everyone has something worth being heard. I believe in the individual power of making small differences.
“While wandering a deserted beach at dawn, stagnant in my work, I saw a man in the distance bending and throwing as he walked the endless stretch toward me. As he came near, I could see that he was throwing starfish, abandoned on the sand by the tide, back into the sea. When he was close enough I asked him why he was working so hard at this strange task. He said that the sun would dry the starfish and they would die. I said to him that I thought he was foolish. There were thousands of starfish on miles and miles of beach. One man alone could never make a difference. He smiled as he picked up the next starfish. Hurling it far into the sea he said, “It makes a difference for this one.” I abandoned my writing and spent the morning throwing starfish.” ― Loren Eiseley
I also write because I would like to make a living out of it someday. I’m not sure whether I want to be a novelist, a journalist, or even just work on social networks, but I know I would like writing to be somewhat relevant to my profession. So practicing could be useful for my future as well. Considering I’m also interested in a possible career in academics, having a way with words could help me get something published in my field of study. There are endless possibilities.
“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” – Benjamin Franklin
So that’s it. I write because I like to. Because I feel it’s something that I am meant to do in my life, even if for none else but me. I write because it makes me feel good.
the curious life 