I write to escape this harsh reality which surrounds the essence of life. By writing I can enter new worlds, meet strange beings and forget the cold clammy hand of depression that tries to strangle me. I can find a happier place, where trolls roam, fairies sleep in flower, and dragons lurk in every mountain. I can create a fantasy in which I am a the first person to step forward into. I become different people, leave my past present and future behind to adopt new personalities and looks to discover my fate in life.
When writing I can remove myself from any situation, no matter how daunting. I can relive lost dreams through putting pen to paper, I can discover unkown memories. Without leaving my bedroom I can glimpse a better life and experience different lands. this is also why i read. Writing gives me hope.
I hope for a better world, like my fictional ones conjured up in the far -reached depths of my mind. A world where people do not have to struggle to survive, a world where good can always reign over evil, no matter how biased the odds are. I want a world where everyone is born with an even chance, whether you are black or white, or your culture or religion. I wish to convey my message through writing. If it is possible in my head, why shouldn't it be in the real world?
When my pen dances across the page i feel elated, relaxed. I know my words will only reach a few, but I do not care. I write because I need to and for no other reason. If I can share my dreams and ideal, all the better, but, it is not essential to the cause.
Writing is my body, breath and soul, my inner essence. Without it I am nobody, a person in seven billion. I get no better pleasure that to immerse myself in my imagination and be carried along by the flows of time and space. I write from the heart, nothing more, nothing less. I do it because it is not expected of me, nor am I forced to do it.
Writing is one of the few things I can gain pleasure from without stress afterwards. It is a right which can never be taken from me, even until my dying breath. In which I will say goodbye to this convoluted world, in dreams of reaching a better, friendlier place in an afterlife or at least allowed to sleep forever, wandering in my dreams and fantasies. it is my fate to die a nobody and I have no regrets.
It is my only way to be free.
