Why Write?

I love reading. And when I am able to put my thoughts into the right words, I love writing too. But blogging? Laying bare the insides of my mind on the net? I was wary of it. And I had two reasons that I was sure about:

One: What if I post about a deep feeling that years later I would wish I never had? Or what if I support a cause or a notion now and write about it and sometime later I realize that I was wrong...how would I prove my credibility then?

Two: Who cares? Who cares what I write or rant about? What difference is it going to make in anyone's life if I write or not? And well, lets face it, I am not the only one doing it. I am not the best writer there is. I don't even write half as good as what I read.

So what am I doing here?
Well, I'm giving it a shot anyway. I'm giving myself a chance. The "mind" doesn't really exist. But what goes on inside the organ that doesn't exist...I'm giving it a way of coming out so it doesn't choke me to death. So, I  have decided to do away with my inhibitions. There might be no one reading what I write, ever. But I'll be happy that I didn't hold back. I will write because I want to. Because I like to. Because it makes me happy. Because it keeps me together. And most importantly, because it will make me remember what I was, what I wanted to be, what I became and what I can still be....

So, if you're one of those rare people who read what I write, that's what I'd wish you to do too. Go for it, and do it for yourself.

Happy Reading, and may the odds be ever in your favour... :)