Why Write?

Since I am currently enrolled in a writing class, I found it suitable to take a moment to reflect upon why I have this intense desire to write in the first place. Why spend precious time and energy on putting letters into words, words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs, paragraphs into pages, pages into chapters and so on?
Well first of all, why the hell not? It is by far the most effective way I have found to bring form to my ideas, and get the bubbling thoughts out of my head. A constant spring cleaning for my over-cluttered mind. A way to make space for more clarity and increasingly refined ideas. After the clearing, the space shines with new radiance. And so the flow begins. The magical, wonderful, completely absorbed, utterly engaged period of being one with ones immediate, spontaneous creative essence. Time dissolves. There is only creation in progress. Manifestation of meaning. That is what it is all about. Putting together the pieces of creation into new forms.

Writing is truly a form of art when it is conducted by a proper craftsman. The beauty and brilliance that shines through a well-composed piece. The entire spectrum of emotions are evoked by simple signs on a piece of paper. Unstoppable laughter. Rivers of tears. Raging anger. Agony, annoyance, bliss. Deep dimensions of our being are awakened through the media of the written word.

By writing this piece it has become pretty clear to me why I write: I am writing myself free. Why do you write?