What it means to write

I can’t calculate the value of Pi or find the height of a ferris wheel
I can’t list the causes of global warming or dissect the parts of a frog
I can’t write an article on the global economic crisis
I can’t analyze the effects of population growth.

But
I can make magic.
Spin pictures out of words, bring colour into dull black.
I can touch and inspire.
Ignite your hidden emotions, give a voice to a silent scream.
I can change the world
Make the fantasies we work towards, unite millions in a cause.

In the end, I don’t care how many zeroes there are at the back of your salary.

I don’t care about how you laugh at me. Mock me. Criticize me.
Or how you flaunt. Brag. Show off.

Because I write, and I have the key to the universe.

I’ve been wanting to write this for very long, to express my feelings and my motivations for being a writer.

Don’t we all feel the same way?

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