After my successful stint at Blogging 201-Branding and Growth back in February of this year when I decided to get serious about blogging, I am now part of yet another course by Blogging University – Writing 101. I find these courses to be very informative and useful and you automatically get to meet so many wonderful bloggers out there in The Commons to share your assignments with, get feedback and tips from. It’s a win-win for all. 🙂
The first assignment is purposeful. Quite literally and figuratively. It is to find all the reasons why you love writing. So here go mine:
I write because how else am I supposed to organize and detangle my thoughts which loop around each other forming a giant knot in my head? I write because there are so many, blank spaces, scratch marks and
strikethroughsin my thoughts that are waiting to be filled, corrected and re-written. When I write, I am no longer speechless, no longer tongue-tied. I write to find myself, to know myself, to learn more about myself. I write because I want to clear my own confusions, to correct myself if I am wrong, to change the wrong beliefs I have about myself, to think carefully instead of acting irrationally.
I write to be eloquent, I write to be articulate. I find myself making so much more sense on paper or screen than if I were to blurt something out aloud. I write because I love words and the meanings they form and the images they create. I write because I want to be the reason people have a good day: because my words made them smile, made them happy, made them think or reminisce over a good memory.
I write because I know there is a story in me waiting to come out, I write because I want to make history, not for history’s sake but for the legacy I want to personally leave behind. I write because I want to learn from others and subsequently teach. I write to find meaning in life.
I write because it is in my blood and the one thing I can safely say I am good at. I write because I have a voice and I want to use it. I write just because this is the only way I can be myself and if I did not write, I don’t know who I would be. I write because someone wants to read but most importantly, I write for me.