The reason I write is to become something more than myself. I write to release the things that would otherwise build up inside me. I write so I don’t feel alone. When I write, it’s like something escapes from inside my soul. Something small. Something probably insignificant. But something all the same.
When I write something personal, I am scared to share it. Because it becomes a part of me- those messed-up, indistinguishable scrawls upon blank pages. But when occasionally I share it, I realize that I’m not the only one who feels that way. And in that way, I realize that I am not alone. I think that would have to be one of the greatest motivations- the ability to connect. One soul to another.
Whether the artistic expression is through music, spoken poetry, theater, art, or even graffiti, I always find something incredible in those rare gems that speaks of something beyond ourselves. Something within each of us, just waiting to be expressed. Something universal.
I just want to write someone’s favorite book.
–Markus Zusak
Sometimes you write for yourself. But when you let yourself do that, you open a door for others to experience. You share a bit of yourself. And in that moment, we realize we are one.
More than anything, I think that is my Raison D’étre.
The Blue Journal 