Writing?

For what we ask? Some people do it for their love of words. Their love of their language, which-ever one it may be. It brings them happiness and along with it, relaxation at times. It's how they deal with their problems and how they create solutions to these 'said' problems. Others do it to express themselves. To show what is inside of them and how they should be seen from an outside perspective. For writers can bottle themselves up, unlike the rest of the human kind who tend to wear their hearts on their sleeves and take every chance they get to spill their guts on the next passerby. Whether or not they know the person.

Writers take time to create masterpieces. They don't sit and just do it, they think things over. Edit. Overview. Edit. Re-read. Edit. Re-write. They never cease to stop re-thinking on how to change certain things. Once they feel they have reached their masterpiece, they show it to the world. The world then takes it in and spits it back out, mutilated and distraught. This leaves the writer disheartened, yet the writer never gives up. The writer is strong and takes in criticism with a spoon of salt, or sugar. Whichever the writer prefers. The writer is obsessive over spelling and finding the right words. The writer never settles for close to good enough, he reaches out for extra-ordinary. Believe me, the writer then finds it.

Writers are there to write. Don't expect anything else from them.

Writing amuses people.

Writing informs people.

Writing changes people.

Writing inspires people.

Writing becomes people.

Appreciate the writer, for the writer appreciates you....