There have been only a few instances throughout my life that i have been self motivated to write because, who has time for such things? Usually motivation for writing, for me, comes from a grade. Sure there have been plenty of times that i have been interested in what it is that i was writing for an assignment and it became easy and quite honestly, a down-write pleasure. and yea, other times it’s just a big ole pain in the ass, but i gotta get through it. But aside from being assigned writing, the only other time i feel the need to pick up a pen and write is when i’ve experienced something too big for me to wrap my whole head around. there can be huge variety to this. It could be something like an actual incident that occurred in my life, one that hasn’t yet occurred and may never, questions i have about what it is that’s happening in the day to day life going on around me, or even questions i have in myself or about myself that i either have or don’t have the answers to. And do you think i stop there? Typically i try to (though i’m not always successful) because aside from my basic mantra of a mixture between everyone in the world IS equal and deserves to be treated fairly and also that life is NOT fair, I typically reject the notion that focusing outward does me as much good as focusing closer to myself and the loved ones that surround me.
Writing for me, is like a great organizer of thoughts. it makes me feel more comfortable and able to take on life when i can write out what i know, what i think i know, what i think i want to know, and what i’m ignorant of. in a way, writing forces me to reflect on myself and this helps me to become an improved version of myself. this reflection also aides me in finding possible answers to my questions in a way that i would never be able to accomplish if i just kept it all inside my head. This is why writing is good for me and i need to participate in the activity far more than i do right now. Good thing I’m in Advanced Exposition!