When asked what motivates me to write, I simply let people know it is me destiny. I can not say a single thing that truly inspires my creativity for writing. It may be a storm today or a bird flying past tomorrow. It may be my three year old doing something I would have never expected. I can not pinpoint a single source for all my inspiration.
When asked why I choose to write, again it is my destiny. Writing is my tranquilizer. It calms me down when I become upset. My pen has been a very close friend during some very bad times in my life. On a few occasions, my writing became the equivalent of most people’s trips to a psychologist. I find it good to know I can trust my friend not to talk about me behind my back. I know where my friend is when I need a friend.
I live to write. Without my writing, I would only exist. Why? The answer is simple, I am a writer. I have been writing since childhood. I mainly write poetry to speak out for the victims of abuse, but I dabble on occasion with articles like this one. I am going to continue writing until the day that I take my last breath. A writer gets to experience a form of immortality. When I die, my poems will keep me alive for generations to come. As a writer, I may speak words that others would only think. I may even speak about a topic that someone was not brave enough to bring up themselves.
As a writer, I love what I do. Each piece I write gets the same love and respect from me that the last piece did. As a writer, I know that I am only as good as my next piece.
When I was younger, it was not me who chose writing. Writing chose me. I was given an assignment in class and found that i enjoyed writing poetry. 20 years later, I am still writing. 20 years from now, I will still be writing. I am a writer, and writing is what I do.