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I write because I love writing.

Writing is beautiful. Words alone, to simply speak, roll around your tongue, or look at, are beautiful. Writing is an expression of that language, and thus is beautiful as well. And writing, as opposed to oration or other expressions of language, is symbiotic with reading. Prose and poetry can paint a thousand pictures, and those pictures created in the imagination are more magnificent than any other.

Writing also has power. Writing transfers ideas, emotions, and thoughts beyond time and space. In its simplicity, it is complex. Even as you read the writing on this very page, there is a connection and conversation ongoing between two great human minds.

Writing is beautiful and profound, and thus I love writing.

Secondly, I must admit—I am egotistical. Writing is inherently an egotistical act, as is every act of human creation. I am expressing my thoughts and emotions, sending them into deep, empty space, and expecting a response in return. Would I write if no one were to read my writing? Yes, for I would write for myself—which is perhaps the epitome of ego. For each character and world I write and think about, I find intense happiness. Writing is an act of ego, one of individual satisfaction as much as it is a societal one, and thus, I love writing.

I write because I love to write. It is an expression of the human self, a representation of the human desire to create. We are a small speck in an infinite universe. Writing makes me feel as though I have reached across the xstars. Perhaps I will ultimately fail in achieving my dreams—but I will try nonetheless. This is why I write, and it is simple enough.