Why we write

Do you ever wonder about the vanity of it? Is what I have to say so important that I absolutely must? There’s all the stuff about letting your light shine or having some sort of duty to ourselves to be our best, give our best, do it until it kills us.

Its already killing me and I’m not even that great, I’m not even good, I’m not even…

This is exactly the problem, I have to overcome everything I believe I’m not to try to live up to what I think I have to be or would like to be, and half the time I’m not even sure if I REALLY want to be anything, because why? Because some stupid voice in my head says so? Because I’m alive? Because even when I try to be still and do nothing, even when I forsake it…I reach out and grab a pen and write.

Its all fucked isn’t it?

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