Why?

Why? Why do I do this? Well, I don't know if that phrase qualifies in my case. I mean yes, I do "do this", but not like other people "do this". Ever since I was in my early teens, I had already decided I was going to be a published best-seller author (dream big, right?). The thing is, I also wanted other things as well. Like...for example, I wanted to go to college. I wanted to have a degree. And things just always seemed to come first. Because most of the times, those things were easier than sitting down in front of pen, paper, screen or keyboard. It's quite scary to just stare. To not know. It's hard...and hard well, sucks. All the other things in the world just didn't seem to be that hard. But I always had ideas. Creativity can't be cut off like water supply when you don't pay a bill. Creativity lives in you, if you're lucky to embrace it and I just couldn't let it be. I had ideas and books planned in my mind...but sitting down and actually making it happen? Whole other story. But one day I came back to this place, where writing exists and people all over the world let it flourish. That's when I remembered why. Why I wanted this when I was young and why, deep inside of me, I still want it. So, why do I do this? Why do I write? Because, the times I'm able to finally do it, I create worlds that open up to anyone who wants to be let in. Because I feel like I'm part of something much more than just putting random words together. Because when I do, it just feels...right.