I write for my own reasons, like most of us do. My definition of writing doesn't mean sitting at my computer, typing a compare and contrast essay. I do not write to please my professors. I do not write to please others. I write for myself.
My grammar is not perfect, not in the least. I do not know the exact definition for every literary term. Quite often, I find myself listening to classmates much smarter than I, with an incredible vocabulary. But that doesn't stop me from writing.
My writing is not immaculate, not in the least.I know and read many great writers who go above and beyond any work of writing I could ever accomplish.
I write because when I am happy, and I get a job or accomplish anything worth the smallest grin, I want to write about it. I write because when a boy breaks my heart and I sit on the edge of my bed, debating what love really is, I write about it. I write because I have an opinion and I am strong willed. I write because I have a voice and though not everyone may agree, I have a right to scribble my emotions on a piece of paper. I have a right to publish my article online, where either one hundred or more girls can nod their head and agree with me. I have a right, and that is to write.
What writing means to me I am sure many others can agree with. It is my own personal escape as many would compare reading a book would be. It is my own obsession to share my ideas and thoughts. Writing is my time to be away from this chaotic world. It allows me to focus on my own priorities and set them straight. It lets me jumble words together and then go back and make sense of them. Writing allows me to calm the storm which constantly brews chaotically.
I choose to write so I can learn to express my opinions appropriately and efficiently.
I do not write so that I can brag about it. I do not write so that I can waste my own time.
I do write for myself. I write so that I can make sense of this world. I write so I can release my anger in a positive form. I write so I can cry over my best friend being upset or so I can diss on the man who made her cry.
Many of us choose to write for these reasons. Honestly, the reasons why can go on and on forever. I may never write the greatest book or be the best journalist, but that won't matter to me. Of course, I have dreams and aspirations and maybe someday, I will get there. For now, however, I write because I love it and I wouldn't want to live a day not doing what I love most.
In many forms, writing is my greatest love story.
