I am writing this because I have to. I do most of my writing because I have to. My soul tells me to put pen to paper. My mind forces me to spill my thoughts and ideas out onto the clean white field. If I didn’t have to write, why would I?
I don’t expect any gain from my writing. I am not looking for any expansion of my understanding on any subject. In fact, I generally try not to write those items that force me to research others work. I write from my heart, my mind and my soul
I write only about those things I have experienced. I can’t write about other subjects because I don’t know them. If you have not been there, then please don’t try to tell me what it is like. I write from experience and from understanding.
I can freely write about jealousy but I can’t write about envy. I am a jealous man and I intend on remaining that way. I laugh when I get the anonymous emails that tell me how I can conquer my jealousy. Why would I want to conquer it? It is a part of me, it is instinctive and it is a tool of protection and preservation. I embrace jealousy and I write about how you can do the same.
I can freely write about relational strife because I have been married three times and divorced twice. I have been there. I can share my deepest thoughts and my most relentless desires. I have experienced them and I can write on them. To read advice coming from someone who has only read something in some classroom makes me chuckle. How can you direct anyone who is in such a dilemma as a potential divorce, unless you have lived through it yourself? You simply cannot.
I can easily write on building a home business because I have done so, successfully, five times. I have learned from experiences and can teach by experience.
I can’t write about medical techniques or legal advice or political maneuvers because I have not experienced any of those things. I can make things up about all of them but what good would that do any of us. I would not have cleared my mind nor would I have expanded yours.
So many people think they can write on subjects they have viewed on television, or have read in a book, or have been taught by someone else who has watched it on television. They are only kidding themselves. Why do they write? It can’t be to share their experiences because they have not had any. It can only be for self gain. They want to share their artificial knowledge in exchange for a mere pittance, a paltry sum, tokens. They certainly do not do it from experience or from emotion.
I write because I have to. My life has given me no more intense of a ride than yours has you, but my release is to tell you about mine. Some will release themselves from the pain of a mind bending ride on life’s roller coaster simply by staying silent about it. I can’t do that. My mind bursts with words and thoughts and ideas. I have no choice but to put them all down on some blank canvass. I don’t expect to be rewarded for any of them but I still must share them.
This is the best way for me to empty my mind of the cacophony of noise and turmoil that visits it on occasion. I write because I have to. I write for self preservation. I write for internal salvation. I write because I write!
