This basically encapsulates why I write. Yes writing does help me hold up a mirror to my thoughts, to who I really am, what my thoughts really are and why I do what I do. But sometimes the truth is bitter they say. I don’t like who I am or what I am thinking. Does not make me any less of a person I know, but they are good enough to want to put me off writing.
When I reflect on it deeply, what really impels me to put my pen on the paper are two things – that my writing may make a difference to someone somewhere, be some kind of answer to some issue plaguing them and that my writing may urge someone else out there to pick up his or her pen to write. There have been people who have written to me after reading my blogs that they derived some kind of clarity, affirmation, joy or even answers. The second reason of course is the biggest driving force. That I have the power in me to make someone else write, express himself, contribute to the literary world and thereby find some meaning to his life is indeed a mega source of free adrenalin and endorphins for me. Being a teacher, I teach students how to write creatively and effectively. If I can show them how to do that through my writing then I guess I have accomplished not just my goal as a teacher, but as a writer of substance as well.
Apart from all this writing helps me channelize my anger or sadness. I am sure all artists will agree with me on this. The chosen art becomes a form of channelizing one’s negativity, suppressed anger, abject pessimism, crushing hopelessness, overwhelming despair, acute depression, grave despondency and utter misery into something positive, wholesome and constructive, where one becomes aware of oneself and one’s strengths and gradually the art leads them towards light.
When the enriching realizations kick in, writing becomes a vital part of you and who you are.