Why do I write?

Because I cannot help it.

It is as simple as that.

I do not write to become famous, although I would not mind it.

I do not write to become rich, although I could use the money.

I do not write for others, although I am over the moon when somebody likes what I write.

I write because I cannot not write.

I write because stories and characters float in my mind all the time.

I write because I have to write as if I do not I feel out of place.

It may be that I will spend my life being one of the millions and billions of people tinkering away at their writing dream and then die a glorious nobody.

But to be honest and fair, if that is my faith, I embrace it.

All I can do is what I can do, and I will keep at it as a glorious nobody for as long as it takes.

Lucky is the person that has found their place in the world!

I am lucky.

I write because that is who I am.

I know that many people will not like what I write. I do not like a lot of the things other people write. That is ok.

We owe it to ourselves to be true, kind and compassionate to our own being.

We owe it to ourselves to allow us to matter in our own lives.

Why do I write?

Because I cannot help it.