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Writing for the Sake of Writing
Some days, I wake up and have no idea what to write about if anything. Who knows if it will be a good day or just another run through the doldrums. These thoughts soon pass as quickly as they came.
I don’t have to force myself to write, but I do have to make myself. I write because I like to write. It is a very cheap hobby, and a great creative outlet. It is a form of meditation. I start with a thought and follow it to completion in my head. It doesn’t have to be deep or novel, it just has to be something I can bring to life on paper. I force myself down paths I wouldn’t take for the sake of better understanding myself.
Each word I write is like a word spoken from the depths of my heart filtered through the turmoil of my mind. The clearer I write, the clearer my mind becomes. The more I write, the more clearly I think. Each sentence is a sound thought liberated from the noise.
As the thoughts pass through the noise, the room quiets. The volume drops and I fall into the stream of my own mind. My mind finds peace. The noise turns into music before fading into silence. My catharsis is complete. I am comfortably numb.
