Writer's Addiction

Friends have asked why in the world I enjoy writing so much. I've asked myself why I enjoy writing so much.

What is there to say?

When I write, I can bring justice to an unjust situation. I can paint beauty without a brush. I can accomplish things I don't get the chance to accomplish otherwise; live a life which may be, in reality, a little too out of my reach. Picking up that pen is both an act of taking up my sword and of laying it down.

A piece of paper is a friend who listens, is there at any time of day, doesn't criticize when I voice feelings or opinions, and always seems to genuinely understand. It gives the benefit of the doubt. It doesn't twist anything I say.

Most of all, writing is a challenge. A driving, smoldering challenge which always seems impossible to adequately fulfill... and that is why I do it.