I write…

  1. because, only then, am I fully alive. “Writing draws [me] into the moment” (Joe Bunting), that moment I missed because life grasped me by its chaos and I stopped noticing life beyond myself for that moment.
  2. to see beauty out of the ordinary.
  3. Joe Bunting phrases it really well: “Writing gives us a chance to turn the tides on consumerism. Rather than consume more, we can make something”. 
  4. because I am nothing more than average. If I can’t live forever, perhaps my thoughts might.
  5. “The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it.”                                                                                                                                        -Stephen King (S/O to Tina Zeng for showing me that quote^. It encompasses everything I want to say about my insecurities regarding my writing.) It sounds like something I’d say as a reason for why I don’t write. But it’s not. Because important things are hard to say, I have to say it.
  6. to inspire. (S/O to Anna Wong for being the first person to tell me that the way I can put words together is actually an asset, that it’s not a useless skill. Thank you.)
  7. I write more from my heart than from my brain. It’s just…easier for me that way. I understand that society (Collegeboard, job/volunteer/college applications, etc.) likes writing that comes more from the brain, but I’m sorry(not really), I’m really bad at that. So here’s my outlet~ (aka the outlet that saved me from exploding my junior year)