Why do I write? I've asked myself this question many times.
Why do I have such a desire to create a story filled with people and places that will never exist no matter how much I pretend they do?
Is there even an answer?
Our mind is a wonderfully complex creation. Something inside of it craves stories--or is it our hearts that beg for a compelling tale? I guess I'll leave that up to you.
Either way my answer is the same.
Stories help us make sense of the world around us. How we should think. How we should act. How we should feel. Even down to what really matters and why.
Stories have more influence on a person than one might think. The written word is a powerful thing. I believe that is why God gave us a Bible.
But perhaps it goes deeper than that.
Each and every day we are living a story. Every second that passes is another sentence; every hour a paragraph; every day a chapter. And we are afraid.
Will our story end well? Will there be joy and love along the way, or only pain and heartbreak? It is then that we pick up a book and begin to read. We follow the story of a fictional character as he or she is faced with many challenges. We want to know that they succeed in their endeavor so that we, too, have the courage to press on and make it through to the finish line.
So, why do I write? I write to learn who I am, and who I should be. I write to question everything I believe and to find answers. And above all, I write to find and explore new worlds that are just beyond my reach.