Why do I write?

The same loneliness came to bite me the other day; I was trying to escape the pain yet wanting more and more of it. After all for how long could a few sips of coffee, a random tune or a good read grip your attention? I yearned for something which had an everlasting effect; something pure; one that doesn't fade away with time and I could hold on it always, not something which gave me temporary satisfaction and left me in a disarray after a while. I was struggling to find possible answers. Relying on a person won't work coz I was afraid they too would change with time but I really needed to talk to someone to make me feel better. And this was when I held a pen in my hand and started writing my thoughts; random at first and then fitting everything in order slowly till it all became coherent. It was anything and everything I wanted to talk about; how I felt about issues, a point of view, a note of remembrance or writing it simply because I was too scared to talk about it to someone else. Scribbling thoughts is a pretty helpful exercise in my opinion especially when negativity overpowers one's mind. When you put down those ill feelings on the paper, you feel like that negativity is flowing out of your body on to that piece of paper. On the other hand, I feel by writing out positive thoughts, the power of positivity multiplies, strengthening your life values and giving you yet another reason to keep going. I know writing can be best achieved when you are lonely and I also know that it is the feeling of being withdrawn from the rest of the world and the recognition of being an individual (something that sets you apart), that distant solitary feeling again which lures you so much into writing that it becomes an addiction.

And so I started writing because the same loneliness came to bite me the other day.