People praise those who write things that are full of meaning,
Powerful,
Deep.
But I don’t write those things.
I can’t write those things.
I’m not sure why,
but all that ever flows from my mind are pretty words about a fantasy world with non-existing characters.
I don’t really try to put meaning to it.
I don’t try to add any extra symbolism.
I just write.
I don’t try to change the world with my work,
But I create new worlds,
In which one can always imagine.
Maybe that reflects a lot about my self.
More than I realized.
But how should I know?
I’m not the one who plots behind the text.
I’m just a story teller.
I thrill in entertaining.
Creating mystical worlds where nothing can really happen,
But explaining them in a way where anything could.
I try to form characters who are strong,
Courageous,
Noble,
Or tell a sad,
Tear-jerking,
Beautiful tale of imaginary people.
Does this make me any less of a writer than the others?
They who write to inspire.
They who write to change.
I write for the sake of putting a story down on paper.
I write for the joy of writing.
I write because I can,
Not because I should.
Is this so bad?