Why Did I Decide to Write?

They say that the only difference between men from animals is rationality. Men are rational, and as a result, it separates us from the animal world. As a part of man's reason, language was produced. And through language another aspect separates us from the animal world, and that is language. Language can be shown through different forms; gestures, oral and written. Animals communicate with each other through sounds (but not words), or even through some gestures. Humans also communicate through gestures, like smiling, crying, frowning and even a smirk. Language can also be orally made or can be written. These three are part of who man is and without these, I don't think that people will understand each other.

And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech.  And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there.  And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them thoroughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar.  And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.  And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children built.  And the Lord said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do; and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.  Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.  So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.  Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth. (Genesis 11:1-9)

Personally speaking, I am not that talkative and as often as possible I prefer silence. I am fond of writing and communicate more effectively through printed words. Since, I was a kid, I have already written on a lot of diaries yearly and a lot of scrapbook yearly too. Then I decided to write my rants and memories online. Lately, I noticed that I am fond of blogging and decided to make some lens too. Consequently, I end up being here, on Hubpages and decided to make my first hub.

 Here are some of the reasons:

Writing for me is a means to free myself from the burden of a depressing or a busy day. I often write during night time on my diary, to relax myself from anything that happens on me during that day. It is also a way to reflect on what I did during that day and look back for all the mistakes and good things that happened. In one way or another it lessen my worries and frustrations, just like talking or crying do to some. Writing has a soothing and healing effect like the way doctors and nurses wearing cheetah print scrubs and mock wrap scrubs affect me.

Since then, writing had become my hobby during my free hours. I write when I am lonely and when I am extremely happy. I write when I learn new things or need to remind myself to do some things. I write as often as I can. And then from being a hobby it becomes a habit, which is hard to break. Sometimes, I don’t even realize that I am already writing on my own palm. :)

Too much knowledge is vexation to the soul, a famous adage would say. Indeed, this can be true for knowledge as time goes by could be added by another fact and information and there seems to be no end of it. However in writing, I get not only knowledge that can be vexatious but also understanding and wisdom. As I write, I learn. This is not just about the words or new terms on the dictionary but also new insights about living a worthy and purposeful life. Consequently, writing was not an annoyance and burden but a gain for improvements and a mirror for the truth and the lie.

When emails and iPods were not yet invented, the pen pal was more on trend. Through writing, a person could have more fiends via letters. He/she could even have a wife or a husband. Nowadays, blogs, and lenses could create social networking between people you know and even people you don't know. People with the same likes, work, and preferences could be acquainted thru written communication just like through blog comments and blogs. In view of this, we can learn that there are a lot of people who are suffering just like us, or suffering more than us. We could also learn through people's written experience. Social purpose becomes an intellectual function too. 

Friends, relatives and even loved ones may come and go, but I believe that memories will remain unto us. Those memories that we had can be traced back on written papers, diaries, scrapbooks, and blogs that we had made. Remembering the good times and bad times could help us look unto our past, and therefore walking in the right path in our present life and in preparation for our future.

Looking unto our past experience can gain us guidance for our future. Written words and experience can help us to move prepared for the next years to come. I remember looking upon my diary and saying to myself that there are things that I must do or not do in the future because there are some lessons learned that can be exposed by written memories.

Some people write for fame and money. This is in relation with fulfilling of their dreams and career. They dream to be famous and writing could be a good instrument. But personally speaking, I never dream to be a writer or to be famous or to have so much money. What I want is a simple and a happy life. When I write I always feel that I am simple individual and writing makes me happy. Makes me know who I am, and thus I feel that I had lived a fulfilling life.

Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. (William Wordsworth)

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.  How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment?  For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.  That is where the writer scores over his fellows:  he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.  (Vita Sackville-West) 

Writing is life itself printed on a paper....(me)