Why do I create?
I’m an artist in the sense that I put words together into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, and paragraphs into longer scribes. I create blog posts and articles. Some of it gets read alot, some of it a little, and some of it…not so much. Like any artist, I have the euphoric highs of creating something people love and are touched by, something that people will talk about. And like any artist, I also see the downside of some of my favorite things to write about…they don’t get read, or the right audience doesn’t discover them. I don’t feel low when this happens (I’m not getting paid, after all), I just move on and wait for the audience to find it. Or I try to figure out where I can get more visibility for my work.
I create because I like to interpret the world and its workings through writing. I like to observe and to notice things. I like to dig through the past and see what I can find. I like to find hidden gems, and perhaps help jog the memory of someone else (or even jog my own!). I love to make people smile, laugh, cry (for happy reasons), or make people think. I like to inspire the world (or, in the very least, a small part of it) and be inspired by it in return.
I create because I can’t keep my mouth shut…or my fingers from typing on the keyboard. If it’s in my head, then it needs to be typed out. It may not be something I publish, but then I remind myself “someone will read it.” So I publish it.
I create because it’s what I know I can do. It’s what I know, and what drives me as a person.
That’s my artistic raison d’être.