Why do we write?

The title of this piece almost became the domain name of the house of this blog (website). I have tinkered a lot with whydowrite and multiple domain name extensions. Liked .it, turns out you need to be a resident of Italy since it’s their country's domain extension.

All of this is due to an impulse, preceded by a couple of days of urges and the need to “write for me”. The difference between now and 3-4 other odd times I’ve tried is no concern for maintaining an online blog financially. So the only thing keeping me from genuinely pursuing it is my laziness.

Curious about why my head just popped up with writing whydowrite directly on google domains, it was honest to find answers from other people.

So, are there any answers?

If you do a simple google search and read a few blogs, you’d find similar themes as we write for ourselves, for our readers, and for any of our strong emotions. It could be joy, sadness, grief, misery, or love. Although true for most and many, this sounds obvious and underwhelming. It’s an answer that fits all attempts to know why one writes. 

Peeling off a few layers, and getting behind your top-ranked articles, you start to see people talk about writing being different coping mechanism. The simplest relatable aspect comes out to be being able to express what one couldn’t get out of otherwise.

For some kind, it couldn’t make sense at all.

I’m standing in front of you, I probably have a shit ton to say, I’m not stupid and I’m definitely not mute but there it ends. There was no response, no comebacks, no arguments, nothing. I come home, go about my life, eat, drink, read and try to sleep. Everything is the usual but there’s a faint little sound in my head, it starts on the side of your head, creeps up to your ears and then you see it, every time you close your eyes to run away from the voice, you see it. It makes you fire up your laptop, or your little tablet with a fancy little detachable keyboard, or maybe you’re still old school enough to go sit at your desk by your plants.

And then, you write.

You rewind and rewrite that conversation. You have the power of fiction, your words, and your fingers but their part doesn’t change, but you continuously work on and change yours.

This is how it can be for what I call a daily fighter writer. The stories are different, the cause is the same. It’s not someone who wants to publish a book or start a short poetry Instagram. It’s a small battle every day before hacking their emotions to a night of good sleep. They write in their diaries, your note apps. Some go as long rants to your best friends and some die as briefly living DMs that eventually live as unsends.

But, sometimes

It’s the same answer why do I breathe, eat, travel, run, fuck, drink, fight, escape or sleep.

You just do.

Four years ago

A Reddit user asked people the same question, here are some highlights:

Everyone has a tiny voice in their heads, some hear it, and some are daydreaming about different worlds, some therapize themselves thinking the voice is a different person.

So why do I write?

It’s a mix of all of the nuances above. The silliest thing I tell myself is it’s peaceful when my fingers glide over the keyboard and I can type as I’m thinking of something. I can correct it, rewrite it, rethink it and get a million attempts and more with it.

But, I’d be lying if I say I don’t know the very specific reason. Everything I classify in my head as something to not tell anyone about, it’s the simplest let out to just write about it. Publicly. I’ve been guilty of keeping things too vague to protect myself and will continue to, but it’s much easier to just get out of things this way.

I’m unsure if I truly need an answer for this, it’s however a constant reminder I keep having to give myself that doing this will keep me better. Better how? Don’t know.

What’s next?

If not for being lazy, some fortnightly writings. I’ve made a promise to just focus on quality writing. Frequent writing? Yes. Frequent publishing? Shouldn’t get in the way for now.

On the themes, they’d mostly be personal, some subjects I’d want to research and explore, and then write about. What’s likely to be common across is vulnerability disguised between lines of truth.

What’s Lifeistwo?

Nothing too deep here, it’s a name and domain I held on to for my potential future bike riding endeavors. Lifeistwo is short for Life is two wheels.