Joy in Writing (journal entry)

It's only recently that I have found the joy in writing, and in sharing it with others.

Before, I had concerned myself of many things: whether I write good enough; whether people would want to read my works; whether they would like it. If they don't, then what's the purpose of writing? And if they do, isn't it scary to be seen this much? I now know it was cowardly of me to think this way, but a lot of inspiration have given me confidence to show parts of myself. And it made me realize that my words aren't mine alone, but of others as well; bits and pieces in my mosaic formed from reading, conversing with, and liking theirs.

Now,

I write to share my feelings.

I write to be understood.

I write to tell someone they're not alone; because I know somewhere, someone is dealing with the same feelings I'm having.

I write to inspire people to write as well. I want them to feel the joy I experience in it.

I write to find someone, and for that person to find me.

I write to send a message across the universe saying, "Let's meet."

But more than these, I write because I've learned to love, and to understand myself in the process.

And now I have found a reason for my existence.


(Written: 02Feb2018)