In response to Day 1 Task of Blogging University’s Writing 101: I write because…
Let’s try something. Read the next part slowly.
Imagine that you are standing in a large green meadow. In the distance, a part is covered in a white layer of daisies. It is like a great white blanket; but as you move closer to it, you begin to distinguish separate flowers. You get close and pluck one flower out and as soon as you do that, you can see a white cow with black spots levitate to you from a distance.
The cow speaks in a low pitched voice, one that of a female human being, ‘You have done a grievous crime, you shall be punished.’
You laugh at the absurdity of events but only manage to make the cow angry. Its eyes become red and almost instantly shoot a laser near your feet. You begin running away, trying to save your life, but the cow continues to chase…
What do you think? – That this was the most nonsensical piece of writing you ever read? – Yeah, well that’s true, but I wasn’t asking about that.
You’ve probably been to a meadow before, you might also have seen daisies, but you definitely would have never seen a floating cow shooting laser. And yet… Yet you managed to imagine the whole thing. All of it!
This is why I write.
It helps me see things I have never seen before, travel to places I have never visited, and most of all get to live the life of people I will never be.
It doesn’t stop there. Once I have experienced those things. By reading something I have written, other people can experience that as well. Isn’t that amazing?
Writing is like magic. With mere words you can make people experience, feel, emote, see, touch, smell, hear…
And let me tell you something. Even though some people claim different, all writings are meant to be read. That is why in the world today, blogs provide a great medium.
Write a story – People will read it.
Write a journal – People will read it.
Write about cows shooting laser – And people will still read it!
Even when people wrote their diaries, they addressed it to be read by someone, sometimes the diary itself. But that is the point of art, isn’t it? It is meant to be shown.
It is only when writing is meant to be read does the true emotions start flowing.
And to me, writing is not just about giving. It is about receiving as well.
Receive praise, receive experiences, receive criticism, receive knowledge, receive as much as you can. That way the next time you write, you would only be able to give back that much more.
Writing is such an important part of my life that to describe why I write just leaves me short of words. And yet, I feel I don’t have the right words to describe it at all.
“Every one has one life to live. Through writing, I manage to live several in that one.” – Me
I hope writing inspires in you as much as it inspires in me. Until next time, from one writer to another, WRITE ON!