I can't comprehend anyone, child, teenager and adult who would not keep a journal, diary, a book of rememberance. I'd be lost without a pen and a paper. Totally lost if I can't write down my thoughts, feelings and opinions. To not have any outlet to unleash, share, express and direct my feelings, I'd simply shrink and disappear into nothingness. Vanish into a silent world where I have no voice and no one can hear me.
Writing defines me. What I write about. What my feelings are. How I feel towards others and things. It's almost like a lifeline. Where, if I'm sinking in despair and swallowed up in darkness, the moment I jot those feelings down on paper, I begin to emerge, lighten by every stroke of my pen, freed by every worded ink that stains that paper, until I'm weightless like a feather and instead of sinking, I'm floating on the surface and can breathe easily again. This is why I write.
Everywhere I go, I always make sure I have a pen and a paper just in case I need to write somethig down. I get inspirations all the time from both likely and unlikely places. In the Shopping Center, a movie theatre, While I'm driving down the street, when my children are talking to me, at work. Everywhere. That's why I'm never without a pen and a paper.
In addition to writing, it's reading. I never, ever leave home without a book. My children reads. However, they don't have a passion for writing such as I do. Perhaps one day, they'll acquire a love for writing. I only hope it's sooner instead of later.