Oh so true!
I couldn’t have said this better myself.
This is one of many reasons why I write.
Why do you write?
Jennifer
Writings of a Mrs
I write, blog, vlog and poet…I wander, I ponder and I recollect …DIGITAL NOMAD & PHILOSOPHER
I couldn’t have said this better myself.
This is one of many reasons why I write.
Why do you write?
Jennifer
Writings of a Mrs 
I thought that was just me… 🙂
Good to know I’m not alone!
To keep me sane, and write my head empty. And the above.
To write your head empty…. I like that!
I write, if not, i’d burst 🙂
Me too, me too! 😀
human sponge 😉
For Therapy…. so my head doesn’t explode.
Exploding heads are not good! lol
Therapy indeed, it’s freeing!
No exploding heads needed. 🙂 I have found that my writing has really (REALLY) helped my song writing too.
I write to get the words out of my head. Also to save my friends from me rabbiting on at them about random stuff in real life. 🙂
This soooo true! I thought I was the only one:)
Me too. I’m happy to see we are not alone!
hahaha I know:)
If I stopped, the voices would grow so loud I’d start speaking like my barbarian a-hole muse to everyone. I doubt they would appreciate that.
LOL indeed!
Keep writing!
I write to share and to teach.
Well said. Me too 🙂
I write to inspire and to see how many of these words floating in my mind I can catch.
I write because I have a contract with my DNA that states: If Johnny doesn’t write, his life force will begin to fade away. 🙂
Wee said Johnny. I think I have signed a similar contract…
yes.
This is what I do with my daily writing: I brainstorm and talk with myself until I figure out what I think 🙂
It’s great to know that I’m not the only one.
I write because there are too many of those wordy-words in my head, and if I don’t get them out I can’t function.
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I write to free up space in my head which makes room for the other stuff clamoring to get in.
To change the world for the better…. sounds a bit like megalomania, doesn’t it? That’s why I sound so preachy and have so few friends.
But I can´t help it. I worry and I care about this world and its people. And I believe that war and oppression are not the inevitable forever lot of humanity.
We’re sinners, sure, but still there is good inside us, as well.
Most people don’t want war or torture or oppression of others, they don’t enjoy other people being killed in reality (though they might enjoy “Final Destination” on the big screen) or starved or trampled upon. The few who do those things or order them to be done can do so with impunity not because the majority agrees with them but because they are being deceived. I believe, I truly believe, that eventually the truth will set us free from the scourges of war and oppression, even though it might take a long time, a very long time. For a truth that contradicts much of what you thought you knew is hard to accept emotionally regardless of the evidence. It pains.