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Why do I write?

I have thoughts. Lots of thoughts. I like talking to people, but not all the time. I like seeing, hearing, and listening to people talk about their passions. Communicating with others is important to me. I guess after all, I am a social creature.

Writing is a way to immortalise my thoughts in some form. I think too fast. I think about too many things at the same time. I find it hard to focus. Writing helps me focus. Right now I'm focusing on just writing what I think about this particular subject, writing, is about.

I like reading other people's thoughts. More so if the person is talking about things that interest me. There are a lot of things that interest me. I like listening to music that isn't radio-friendly. I like taking photographs of sceneries. I like technology and gadgets.

I don't like conflict. And there's too many of that in the world right now. I do like discussion though. I like having a friendly debate. I like having my opinion changed with facts. I like being put back on the right road. I don't like being biased.

I like having what I believe in, challenged. That thought, the picture of perfection, being broken down because of a new piece of information. I do not like this post-fact world that everyone is going through right now. Feelings are more important than facts. That's unacceptable to me.

I write because I'd like to raise awareness about inequality. I believe that everyone has their own struggles and it doesn't usually matter what the perspective is by any other person, our own struggles are hard for us, and that's what's important. And because we have these struggles, it is ever more so important to be kind to one another. I strongly believe that a little bit of kindness can go a long way.

I'm writing in the hopes that some people in my life get to read it. It's been a while since I've talked to them, and I worry. I hope this gives them the nudge to reach out to me.

Last, but not the least, I write because I want to. It's one of the things that I want to do, and I get to do it in the way that I feel works for me.


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