by Excelsorsior AKA Xelsorsior

Created on: May 25, 2009

Writing for the Love of Writing

As each mean solar day draws closer and closer to its closing hours, my intellect reflects upon what has been accomplished throughout the hours of any given day. Characterizing myself as an organizational and free flowing prelude to each activity that would clearly define itself amongst the daily necessities of goals and later achievements for the day, I often find myself inquiring, what have I written for the day. Maybe even a thought about, what should have I written about today. Not one hour passes during my conscience hours of the day or night that I don't find myself thinking about writing. This type of pathology should render itself in definition of a disease within its unmistakably pronounced symptoms of being an alcoholic. Although, drinking excessive amounts of liquor is not my demise, However, writing is.

When one finds themselves in this over indulging obsession, be it a passion as it is mine, a clarification of understanding and reasoning finds an accommodation to write. Following this outline of abstract thought, I am at constant odds with reality of life verses the reality of my obsession for writing. In this contextual theory of basing my heartfelt beliefs and weighted needs to the script, a rationalization producing a conducive conclusion materializes. I must write. I love to write. I cannot live without writing. I am forever convinced that writing is my release from this worlds torment and stress, while conveying to the world my deep interests that must be placed in text for all eyes to read.

Whether I can write or not is of no initial concern to my thought processes. The point of interest only relates to expressing thoughts into written symbols that allow all cultures and races of individuals to grasp an understanding of my thoughts. Is this a vanity playing deep inside my psychic or is this a statement of an internal condition of love that is working its way to locate a permeable method of communication? Man, in and of himself, is a vain creature by nature. One must learn to control such vanities of ego and self gratifying concepts of exposure that only edify themselves and not the masses at large. By writing and by learning to write in proper etiquette and authenticity of ones own mind, can we over come the vanity of heart, mind and soul. This is road that is well traveled and versed by many writers of past and present.

These writers contain cherished and uncompromising love for writing. These writers write about what is real in themselves, be it fiction or non fiction. Inside of each and every writer that is alive today or having passed away contains the reality of a complex compulsion that can only be healed by writing. Not only does this give a healing to the writer, it will also within its interpretation, lend unto the reader a sense of self healing through a visualization of concepts that identify the imagination to soar into unimaginable sights and heights. What then shall I say about myself in regards to such an adventure? Is it within my feeble abilities to contain the heart and mind of a soul of this kind of writer, a writer that loves writing for the love of writing? For mercy sakes alive while Heaven forbid not, I say yes, yes and yes again I love writing for the love of writing.

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