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Why I Write

“You don’t write because you want to say something.  You write because you have something to say.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Every so often, I forget the reason I’m a writer.  I’ve never gone so far to lose myself in the pursuit of the end goal.  I’ve always enjoyed the process, but recently I’ve been marketing A LOT.  Social networking has started to take over my life as I’ve filmed videos and taken photos for my social media platforms.  Then I forgot why I’m doing it in the first place. A few days ago, I simply needed a break.


While I cared for Bobsai, my bonsai tree, I meditated over my entire end goal which is to be a self-published novelist.  I’m most likely writing this for myself to remember why I started in the first place

Let’s rewind a bit to understand why I started in the first place.   

I started to write in a diary when I was seven to improve my English.  It wasn’t until I was eleven I started to journal as part of my routine.  Now, I’m sixteen and I have all these journals of my life. I have ticket stubs from when I watched Inside Out, the first movie I ever cried at.  I can open my diary and relive the first day of high school; all my nerves and excitement were alive within the pages.

I started to write fiction when I was eleven.  It came so naturally. I created simply to obliterate the world.  I wanted to forget my life and put myself entirely in a different world.  In a time where all control was taken out of grasp, I reverted to looking towards an art form where I was the only authority.  

I started to write poetry when I was twelve, not to say any of it was good.  Still, it was a way for me to express myself through art. There are no rules in poetry and that really let me flex my artistic muscles.  The experience proved to me that I will create art even if I know it isn’t good. I did it just because it was fun.

I started to write about feminism when I was fourteen.  That was really when I understood what was my meaning in life, despite the corniness of the phrase.  I wanted to write to educate. Education is extremely valuable to me due to my culture and upbringing.  I am extremely Asian, particularly Filipino, and my mother was able to provide for me all because she traveled overseas for an education.  Whether I educate through creative writing or nonfiction, I want people to learn about the wonders and horrors people of less privilege face, so the world will change one person at a time.

Now, this is my first ever blog post and I’m writing to make friends.  All through my writing experience I was alone and it was fine, but I’m getting to a point in my life where I’ve taken writing seriously.  The lines between passion and occupation have blurred together and I couldn’t be more than grateful.

It’s important to take a step back when stressed to really realize why you’re doing what you’re doing.  It’s great to enjoy the process and I am enjoying it. Even then, you could forget your main goal.

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