Why I Write......
Why Do I Write?
While reading my old journal that my wife cleaned off (it had mold on the cover, had to leave it outside,) I got an epiphany. I just realized that I have been writing for a long time. I have chronicled life events on paper from March 2002 until February 2006. I began blogging in 08/09’. Picking the book up made me feel as though I was remembering a forgotten moment in time. The one thing that has remained constant over the years is that writing has served as therapy for me. I have been able to spread the joys of many days by generously offering ink to paper. I have bled the same disappointments onto that same medium. The paper played a willing receiver in both instances.
Now instead of writing to myself, I've decided to leave my acquired knowledge (however trivial it may be) for others to reflect upon eternally. Mistakes and lessons, hidden jewels, and ah-ha moments are left as footprints for you to walk alongside. I reach out my hand for you to grab, hoping to take you on a brief journey. However short this trek may be, I hope it serves for you a similar purpose that it has for me. Sometimes it feels good just to hop into Doc’ Brown’s DeLorean and get away for a while. I enjoy weaving in and out of this roller coaster ride of reality. And when the ride is done, I lose my seat belt, get up and tell the word processor “Thanks for the thrill; I’ll be back again sometime.” This is why I write!