I don’t know why, but since I was young, I always asked, “Why?” In early grade school, I asked myself why I was born. Why was I different from the rest? Why couldn’t they see what I saw? Why did I say that? Why, why, why?
As an adult I continue to ask why. For some time, I used to ask, “Why me?” Then, “Why not me?” Now I often ask, “Why not?”
It was perhaps my propensity to ask “Why?” that kept me from learning or wanting to learn how to set goals. I never set goals. Deadlines, yes, but not goals. Instead, I look for purpose – the reason why I do something. And through the years, I have found that the purpose changes as time goes by, and as I change.
When I was a newbie journalist, I asked myself why I wrote. The answer was because writing provided an avenue to satisfy my endless curiosity.
After I managed to find my niche as a feature writer, I asked myself why I chose to be a feature writer. The answer was because feature writing challenged me more than any other genre.
When I decided to stop writing professionally and hearken to a calling, I asked myself why I needed to write in journals. The answer was that by journaling, I could continue to write. When I asked why I needed to keep writing, I realized that without writing, my life was not complete.
Finding the purpose in what I do provides me with the clarity I need to see the direction or path that I need to tread.
Recently, I asked myself anew:”Why do I write?” The answer that came to me was, “God is the nature of my being; the Source of who I am. My soul is God breathing through my human-ness. Writing is a passion that feeds my soul and enables me to touch base with God in me. When I write, I am one with God.”
My purpose for writing has changed greatly. The new-found purpose has greatly changed the direction that I know I must pursue as a writer.
Why do you write?