When I started to love writing, I really couldn’t say. But I started enjoying reading by the time I learned how to read. However, it doesn’t always follow that people who love to read also love to write. Sometimes they just don’t or sometimes they won’t.
Whenever I write, it’s like an unconscious thing, a dream, though I’m awake. I’m taken into this different world where I can feel other things and see how beautiful things are then the words just attach themselves to each other and form statements and they make sense (well sometimes they don’t but still… you get the point.)
Why do I write? Most of the time, I write for myself, unless required by someone else to. There is clarity when I see my thoughts right in front of me. Aside from seeing my wrong grammars, it shows me when my thoughts are flawed, when they’re geniuses and when they are nonsense, and I love them all. I’m not perfect but I will never use that as an excuse to write irresponsibly, but then I understand when there will be times that I may write irresponsibly out of emotions and I have to forgive myself. Because, I am writing for myself – to release my thoughts, to understand myself better, to explore my imagination, to express my emotions, to share my blessings – and if other people see something in the stuff I write, I know then that the thread in the universe’s web is still intact and we are still connected and bound to each other by our thoughts, our emotions and our situations, even in a little fraction of each. (:
Me thinks writing is the best profession out there. Let me count the ways.
You get to manage your own time, express yourself, let your imagination roam wild and free, learn new things so you can write or incorporate them to what you’re writing, and you’re not limited or boxed to just one profession, or even confined in one workplace. You can go wherever you want to be and write – you can be a teacher now while writing by the school park then a mom next week while writing by the cafe outside a grocery store then a little girl building sand castles while writing by the beach the next month and so on. Oh, the endless possibilities! You have the opportunity to influence people, connect with them, inform them, inspire them and encourage them. And there are no age restrictions, no medical exams, as long as you have the words, the imagination, the inspiration and the resources to write. – a pen and paper at its minimum.
Okay, maybe it being a profession will involve a certain pressure to submit and meet deadlines but every person who loves to write knows that when the inspiration hits you – you can be up 24 hours and writing and not feel stressed out, tired of course because your body needs rest but your mind, that mind is jumping around bursting with energy! And when you see your finished product – like a proud parent holding his child – that certain joy!
No, I’m not a professional writer, not yet. Writing is my hobby. 🙂 And that doubles the joy! 😀 No pressure, my pleasure. 😉
How about you – what’s your ‘no pressure, my pleasure’ story? 😉 Do share.