We write because we can. We write because an inner pulsation beats like a second heart, boom. boom, boom, and until we stop and write our stories, this sound is a steady companion that insists we release our words to the page.
We write because we can’t not write. To deny our books, our poems, our essays is to deny an essential need. The need to tell. To share. To craft an understanding of ourselves and our actions through the steady movement of hand upon the page.
We write because we must tell our truth. By telling our truth we build our courage. In writing we fulfill an unspoken pact we didn’t even know we made: show up and speak. Be a truth teller.
We write because it’s fun. We write because we’re in love with language and to dash words onto a page is an exuberant ride that leaves us jolly and breathless.
We write because we have lived something so incredible as to be unbelievable, even to ourselves. That our very own flesh has lived through things we cannot speak but somehow can write.
We write to craft a bridge between ourselves and others who must know what we know. We write because lives may be saved, hearts may be healed through reading our words.
We write because underneath the knowing of our minds beats a deeper, more powerful knowing and words are the way to express that depth.
We write because it’s damn fun to create a world that is solely ours, that gives such pleasure in its creation. We write because in those moments we feel like God. We write because writing is a joyful holiness rarely felt elsewhere.
We write because writing is power and in taking up the pen we claim our own power. We write our real selves into existence.
We write because we’re frightened and we know our fears will shrink when penned to the page.
We write because we’re sacred and know that in moments of written stillness, when we bow our heads over the page, our breath and our hand caressing the paper, we make simple moments holy.
We write to connect. We write to play. We write to discover and we write to share. We write because we care.
We write because despite every worldly obligation that tells us to do the dishes, call our mothers, check Facebook one more time, we know deep down that writing is our gift. Writing is our birthright and writing is our way.