Why Write?

Today in one of my British Lit classes we discussed why people write. Some write because they can and it's easy, others write for a living and work at it daily, and some write purely for theraputic purposes. Immediately I thought of why I write. Here is what I came up with:

I am fairly unable to express feeling verbally. My words tumble around on my tongue and bounce around in my mind, yet when the time to speak said ideas arrives I find myself left wanting. In writing, however, I have found the ability to express thoughts and feeling to come more readily. I have the chance to meditate my thoughts and find justification for my feelings through words on pen and paper (or blog). I wish to not be so afraid of societal judgement. My dream is to express a thought naked and bare, unspotted from conscious editing in my mind. Why is the idea of impressing another the big influence in exactly which ideas I choose to express? I believe we are what we think about all day. Thoughts are crucial to individuality. Why then do I not write my very first thoughts? Why do I wait for more acceptable notions?

While thinking over those last questions I discovered another idea. Why is the human condition so incapable of being content? We seem to always be searching for satisfaction, and never taking the time to savor it when it arrives. Why are we always thinking anywhere but here, anytime but now, any body but my own? To desire to be elsewhere is to deny your own life. The steps in the journey are more important than the original destination. By focusing on the idea that the best is yet to come, we allow life to speed past without even a thought of what we are missing. There is never opportunity to backpedal, only that of moving forward.