The Quiet Onez

Another year, another long streak of no writing.

At the start of the new year I told a group of friends that I decided to establish a resolution to “write” more because writing is the best form of theraphy.

Writing has been something I loved, yet at the same time, dreaded. As I write, I realize I’m wasting time not engaging in my day to day work, and it’s stressful.

I get anxious when I’m writing, knowing that there’s something else to be done right at this moment in time that is much more tangible and practical in my life.

When I’m working, I know that I’m being productive in the sense that I’m dedicating my time and energy to something I’m supposed to be doing. Yet at the same time, I could waste a lot of time watching YouTube or scrolling through Facebook.

It’s an annoying habit.

To beat this, I have yet again attempt to write a motivational peice as to why I am writing again.

Why do I write?

I write to think.

To think, to process, to engage with the world around me and the many various complexities that come with it. To write is to think more clear of the fogginess of a topic, opinion, or that of sudden emotional turmoil.

I write to understand myself.

Understanding is key to a sense of reflection of oneself. To know oneself is to instantly find a sense of peace and security.

I write for myself.

I write because I don’t talk much. The lack of speaking, the lack of communicating my ideas and allowing my opinion to be expressed is slim to none. I’d want to keep things to myself than to allow others to hear what I have to say. Sometimes however, I do want to say it.

Rules

1. Never fall into the trap of desiring perfection.
2. Never allow the “potential” thoughts of others to dictate what and how I write.
3. Write for myself, never for others.