✍️ Why I Write

I write to remember what the soul has forgotten.

I write because some truths are too deep for casual speech and too sacred for silence. Because there are things inside me that ache to be known — not by others, but by me.

I write because the forge of imagination burns too hot to ignore. Because I’ve seen the way words can shape a life, mend a wound, or spark a fire that refuses to go out.

Writing, for me, is not a hobby. It’s a calling. A covenant. A conversation with eternity.

As a kid, I found refuge in stories — books, movies, comics, even daydreams. They weren’t just entertainment. They were maps. They pointed toward courage, meaning, light in the shadows.

But it wasn’t until I started writing my own stories that I realized: The blank page is sacred ground. A place where the seen meets the unseen. Where what I believe, fear, hope, and imagine all collide.

Sometimes I write to understand the world. Sometimes I write to escape it. But most of the time, I write to transform it — starting with myself.

My words won’t be for everyone. They’re not meant to be. But if even one person reads something I’ve written and sees themselves more clearly, or feels less alone, or remembers that God still speaks…

Then that spark was worth the strike.

So why do I write?

Because I must.

Because the fire won’t go out.

Because the Forge isn’t finished yet.

What sparks your creativity? Why do YOU write, create, dream, or reflect? Leave a comment below.