There are days when you don’t want to write anything. Today is one such day for me. I would normally have followed the instinct blindly and written nothing. But I realise I have to write something today because I promised that to a friend: that I would participate in the WriteTribe’s weeklong Festival of Words challenge. My last two posts were submitted at the site with due compliance and loyalty. The fact is neither of them was written for WriteTribe or any other specific purpose. The naked truth is that I don’t write these days with any purpose. Writing just comes. Whatever I write is born of the thoughts that spring in my mind irrepressibly.
Nothing was coming today. Nothing irrepressible, I mean. But I wish to keep the promise. Some friends are valuable.
That’s how I realised that I still value some friends.
That’s also how I realised that I don’t have any motive for writing. I breathe. I eat. I write.
I’m not trying to influence anyone in any way, let alone convert. But if someone tells me that he/she finds my writing good for certain reasons, it makes me feel that I’m doing something worthwhile. That sense of worth makes me realise that I’m still human.
Perhaps, that’s the only reason why I write. Just to reassure myself that I haven’t lost myself.
PS. This post is written specifically for