Why Do I Write

Sometimes I really think that writing is frustrating. You sit down for hours to collect your thoughts and present it in that blank piece of paper. It's really tiring and nerve-wrecking.

The worst is when you have too much thinking in your mind that you are unable to find the right words to describe what in your head. It is depressing.

Yet, no matter how many times, I try to give up on writing, there is something in me that refuse to do it.

There is something that need it. I am not talented in writing like Ernest Hemingway or J. K. Rowling. Nope, never was and never am. But I realize that only through writing I can see myself in the truest form.

I can see myself in the most fragile state yet trying to overcome it. I am not a strong person, I have my doubts and my struggles. It's just I don't always show it. But that doesn't mean I don't have one.

I think the reason why I still write until now is because it is part of me. It is also a therapy for me. I don't know where it will take me. But I know one thing for sure, I just can't let it go.