Why I write?

It is a gloomy rainy day. I am now sitting in front of the window, writing.

It has been 20 years since I graduated from the School of Creative Media. And now I am a story-teller. Every day, I have at least two stories to write, one in life, one by pen. I share my words. Then people always come up with a question,‘Why you write?’.

It is not an easy question to answer, since writing is always regarded as a time-killing stuff. As for me, the strongest power that forced me to sit on the chair and take up the pen is that writing allows me to create a new world, the one which is totally dominated on my own. For example, it is raining outside. Unfortunately, I hate the wet atmosphere so that I made the girl under my pen to play under the sunshine. From my perspective, it is such a pity that we can only be the same person during our whole life time. However, within my writing, I am not only a writer, but also the superhero that saved the world, the blind tuner who fell in love with a dancer, and even the brave panda which escaped from the zoo. I enjoy the freedom that writing gives me, in deed.

Another reason for me to write is that writing record things. Never can we deny that we have some other more direct and convenient ways to record things nowadays. Therefore, writing is special, it not only record moments, but also preserves feelings. For instance, when I look at the photos I took on my high school graduation day, they remind me of my friends’ smiling faces. Nevertheless, when I opened my diary, I brought that moment back to life. I felt what I was feeling, the fear of leaving the tower of ivory as well as the expectation for the entire new life.

After taking the MBTI test, I discovered more about myself. I am an ESFP-type person. In a word, I have a quite sensitive and emotional personality. That’s the reason why I am good at discovering those little trivial moments around me. All these stories that I have found in my life greatly influenced the way I write. The stories under my pen may not have very strong narrative, but they are warm enough to remind me of all those little moments as well as move the readers. Through my own words, I’ve realized what I value the most in my life is happiness. Therefore, writing became part of my life, inspiring me, directing me and encouraging me.

There are not too many reasons for me to write. Only the freedom that writing can give and the old moments which words can bring back to me are enough. Regardless of the gloomy weather, I bow my head, continuing my story, one in life, one by pen.