why do i write an insatiable need to create an anchor wherever i go a sense of safety through making a sense of safety through meaning

it's a place that gives me meaning a way to challenge the unbearable lightness of being kundera speaks of a counterweight to the fear of death and perhaps the greater fear: not death, but unimportance. lightness.

i write to become something more to challenge the way i think because thoughts that feel warm and certain in my mind— once outside, like a baby leaving the womb— are cold. naked. afraid. the warmth of my own mind gone, they now face the world and must learn to survive.

this birthing process shows me what bears fruit which ideas are sweet which are bitter.

i write to connect to say to a friend, i've been thinking about that too—here's something you might like. not always to link to a post but to have ideas shaped, ready to share in real time.

i write to play this is my playground a space to be an imaginative child to invent rules, characters, fictions to test new processes to ask what if to say yes, and.

i write to live beyond my own human life so those who love me can still talk to me through my words, my wonderings.

i write in the hope of helping even if no one reads it even if i'm a tree falling in the forest there are gems here wisdom i've picked up shoulders i've stood on a vantage point too beautiful not to share.

i write because i must creation is an attribute of God, the Creator an impulse. an inner directive. i create like i eat, sleep, breathe— because i must because i am because i love.