There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Why. That is a good question.
Why write? Why not stream some games? Dance in front of a camera for internet points?
The economist inside of me tempted to see it as a cost-benefit analysis. We do what we want to do because it gives us the most benefit among other choices.
Maybe it’s true. Maybe I choose to write this post because my subconscious mind somehow decides that writing is beneficial to me, thus forcing my hands to type these words.
But if I can put it simply, there are two main motives for me here.
First, from the selfish point of view.
I want to write because of the personal rewards that might entail. The classic fame-and-fortune premise. Imagine getting a hundred thousands of subscribers flocking around your freshly issued article, waiting to be enlightened, to be entertained by your remarks.
That one sounds very self-centered yet somehow innate.
Besides that, I also want to structure my thoughts. Ideas jumbled inside my head, forming mental noise. That would be neat if somehow I can jot them down on a piece of paper (or a digital one, in this case), creating intelligible stories.
The second rationale is rooted in the altruistic view.
I hope my writing can somehow make a difference in someone’s life. Even if it’s just making someone smile or feel better about their day instead of fretting.
I know it sounds like a classic virtues-signalling. But, helping someone does bring joy to me as well. And I’m sure you’ve experienced it too.
Fortunately, there’s no better time to write than now.
Nowadays, we don’t need a fancy publisher to reach readers. For better or worse, the advancement of technology has cut down the tedious process of publishing.
Oh, about alternatives to streaming or dancing I talked about earlier? They’re all good in their worth. But everyone has a different passion, different interest. And writing seems to be my passion right now. So I guess I’ll stick to it.