“This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write?
Dig into yourself for a deep answer.
And if this answer rings out in assent…with a strong, simple, “I must,”
then build your whole life in accordance with this necessity.”
Rilke
“Must I write?”
I’ve pondered this question.
The answer seems to keep evolving as I do.
I write to heal.
To work through emotions and thoughts.
I write as spiritual practice.
Opening and attuning to the Now,
engaging in creative Flow.
I write in hopes of empowering others.
Rooting out my own fear,
thereby giving other permission to do the same.
I write in hopes of teaching;
passing on what I’ve learned.
I write to paint
the Beauty (and suffering)
that I see in the world.
I can’t say it better than Rilke:
I write because I must.