Fish swim, birds fly, I write. There’s no need to romanticism the purpose of writing. Just as there’s no need to glorify a dog’s daily walk. That’s just what dogs do.
15 years ago, I would have given you an idealist’s answer as to why I write. I would have went on about its function as a social catalyst to change people’s views. I feel now that it’s not my business to change peoples’ minds.
How can one assume that a point of view is beneficial for others, when 10 years from now he or she will feel differently about that view?
We write to keep from getting in trouble. Not necessarily from vices, but from feelings that allow us to become ‘stuck’ in our lives.
The mind needs positive motion. It needs to construct. It needs to explore. It needs release subconscious energy.
We must write to write. If you write to be great, is it you that is writing? Or the person that you think you’re supposed to be?