The How and Why of Writing

The How and Why of Writing

Go out into this world and take its riches, drink its wine, and look upon its marvels. Swim in its
seas and walk tireless across its continents. Sleep in the darkness of its forests, dance in its deserts.
Find warmth in the high places were snow never leaves. Do this for as long as you can. When you
understand these things and their spender is lost on your jades eyes, and you see them as only
resources by which you might survive… travel to the cities of man. Become lost in culture, history,
and art. Learn their math, their religions, their methods of war, and their dreams of peace.

Love. Find another soul trying to take in the world and bursting at its seams. Grow accustomed to
the soul. Learn what it can teach you, and when you know all it has to teach, do not deny that love
can fade. Learn loss. Learn regret. Doubt yourself.

After all of this there will be a morning when you sit on the edge of your bed and the only
questions remaining in your head are the ones that one no can answer. You will want to lay back
down. You will want to sigh and roll back into the comfort of sleep, the addictions you have
accumulated, and the emptiness of oblivion. If you survive, you know everything that you need to
know to know everything that you don’t. What’s left. Nowhere to go. Nothing to see. Nothing to
hear. No new tastes.

The world can not create enough stimulus to sustain you, and so, you must write because there is
nothing left but to put away your inclination to consume and become a source.

It is a reversal of all that came before but unlike this world, it has no end.