Why do I write?

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Why do I write?

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Who am I trying to impress?

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What ego boost am I doing this for?

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Is it really because I want to make an impact or just hear my own mind in writing?

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I tell myself this is for self-development but is it?

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I don’t know.

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All I do know is I enjoy this.

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I love writing about whatever’s on my mind.

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Even if I never get paid for this, I know I would still do it because I’ve been doing it for years.

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That’s how I know I’m onto something.

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I also know I’ve lived a lifetime of experiences in my brief time on this earth that I want to share with others.

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If I can provide value to people for free and do it at scale, the world is my oyster.

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So I write for me, but I also write for that person who’s stuck in their life and randomly came across my content.

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I write for that person that didn’t have the access, privilege and opportunity that I had so they can learn from my experiences.

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I write for that parent that doesn’t have time to read because they’re too busy worrying about their kids.

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I write for that senior citizen who’s by themself and has no one around them.

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But really, I’m writing for me.

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I’m writing for my younger and older selves.

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My younger self so he can learn from what I’ve done and my older self so he can be proud of something he built.

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The way I think about it is if I gave my content to my younger self, he would learn a lot about the world.

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Not all of what he would read would be good.

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But there’s a lot of information and insight that’s useful to know.

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I hope I’m teaching someone by doing this.

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Someone learning something that they didn’t know before.

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Hopefully to inspire them to work and follow their dreams.

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I hope on my death bed I’ll be known for providing value to people and I hope it’s through writing.

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So that’s why I write.

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