"To
write is to breathe. To put words on a page is to live not once, but twice. To
read the words on the page is to live an infinite amount of lives. Those who do
not write surely live, yet never quite fully. Like lungs only half full, the
breath is shallow and therefore the life can only be half lived.
Writing
is necessary. As necessary as breathing, as water on a humid day, as sunlight
in the dark. To write is to know who you truly are. Without writing, we are
lost creatures, unable to learn from the past, unable to live in the present,
and unable to safeguard our future.
Writing
is silent screaming, bloodless bleeding, and dry sobs pouring out onto the
page, like messy finger paints of a toddler. The writer has only one option and
it is to write. To ignore the urge, to stifle the passionate longing within
oneself is almost equal to a quiet death. Words must flow, must be written.
For if we, the human race, forgo writing and pursue the sciences, the nine to
five jobs. To be doctors, lawyers, teachers, students – all honorable, all
needed and beautiful aspects of the human existence.
Yet
if we forgo writing. If we strangle the passion with reason. If we delete and
backspace our needs, our wants, our desires…
If
we forget our past in the pursuit of our future. If we no longer write, then we
can no longer live. If the human race goes on, but does not write…
Then
we are lost."
