There could be thousands reasons why I write but at this point, I cannot seem to put into words one ultimate explanation how writing became my second nature – from composing simple poetry to weaving complicated story plots.
If I would take Maslow’s theory of need, it would definitely be placed at the base of my pyramid. I can consider writing as a need to keep in touch with my inner self, to liven up the little child in me – curiously inquisitive, virtuously honest and carelessly blissful. Through these, I am able to see the world in a different light, analyze things in different perspective and give meanings to almost anything that seems meaningless to our existing world.
Escapism as it may sound, but writing also provides me an alley to escape from the busy roundabouts and rendezvous of my daily life, thus, welcoming me to a different world that I, myself have created on my own which is free from the limitations societal norms, corporate policies and hierarchical rules. The freedom that writing gives allows me to express my thoughts loudly, soundly sane and devoid of any minute criticisms.
If significant moments can be captured in time through photographs and video recording, my way of doing it is through writing where every detail are encapsulated in fine selection of words and ornately structured arrangements of language intended to serve its purpose.
Different facets of life fuel my passion in writing. The intricacies of people’s experiences tempt my creative bones to magnify emotions and illustrate their situation in the most artistic way through writing, may it be the subject of felicitation, lamentation or anything in between.
Personal experiences and feelings strike me the same way. Most of the time, writing serves as medium of self expression, thus giving me an outlet to pour down emotions which in real life could uttered in any possible way.
Lastly, I take my motivation from the perpetual admiration to the idea of goodness and beauty that continuously inspire me to look beyond the nature of creation and to be a servant of its creator.
In my own judgment, writing fiction is an act of liberation from pretentious world; for fiction serves as a mirror of reality because it reflects the naked idea of truth – unscathed by pretenses, opinions and spite. Fiction could be a fabrication of imaginative thoughts and it utterly expresses opposition to facts but the irony of it is that it can only be culled from the latter. This is then the manifestation of fiction’s purpose: to go beyond entertaining and serve the truth subliminally to its willing recipients.
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