What is the purpose of writing?

Do I Want To Continue To Write?

Looking over my work, I like to see my process. I like to see what I'm capable of and what I may be able to appreciate. I'm never satisfied with simple things, I need my writing to be grand and extravagant. Though I think, should I even try to write? Should I continue to write when I can't even think of my words?
I'm not afraid of my words but I am worried that no one will listen to my words. That they will never be enough, that no one will want to listen. I feel like a lot of people don't actually listen to me; closely, so it's hard sometimes to want to continue my writing.
I question whether I'll be good enough for others...for myself.
I do want to continue to write but I'm still questioning if it is worth it. I'm still sitting at a blank piece of paper/digital screen and not writing. Doubts, fears and unwantedness plague my mind as my art slips away from me. I don't know what I'm doing but I do know that I want something.

I think that is a word that I will say often...want. It can be a powerful word; one that can bring countries to war and friends to foes. Wanting something or someone can be deadly but, in a way, oddly satisfying to feel the endorphins bristle in your veins. I want to do so many things, but I deeply want to write for myself and eventually accept that my writing is good enough and that my writing has its own purpose. I wish, want, beg and dream of writing my stories. To let my characters fly and dance freely on their own paths that I wish to create with my words. I want to write but is it worth me?