I write to reduce the distance that separates me from the Other. More precisely, I write to the Other to get closer to myself. Being well aware that this Other is also within me. He reflects one or several facets of myself, just as I make at least a part of him resonate through my writings.
Communicating is one of my vital needs. And when my interlocutors are absent, I can only satisfy it through writing. I confess that, given the content I express, I have a preference for this kind of communication. One is often more aware of what one writes than of what one says. The impact of what is read – which can be reread – is also sometimes more important than what is simply heard.
I write to let Life express itself through me. When I have the chance – what am I saying, the courage to let myself be carried by the flow that passes through me, and when I no longer seek to control it or influence its course, it takes me beyond what I think I know and reveals to me what I aspire to.
I write to dispel the feeling of isolation of the self. Yes, when my identification with this illusory identity I call “the self” exceeds a certain level, writing helps me break the isolation that results from it. There is no better way to get out of oneself than to go toward others.
I write to discover new altitudes of the mind and even greater depths of feeling. Life is comparable to an immense sea that conceals unsuspected riches. We bathe in this sea whose water is called consciousness. One need only dive into it for new discoveries to be made. Writing is a dive that allows truths still buried within me to surface.
I write to make understandings that bud within me bloom, and to prepare my consciousness for the least painful births possible.
I write because I am the first to need the enlightenment I seek to offer others.
I write to simplify my perception of the world and of myself.
I write to experience the joy of giving.
I write to feel free to say what cannot be heard at all times and in all places, and to be well heard, because much of what is said verbally is never heard. The blank page never interrupts me for fear of hearing what disturbs it.
I write because I need to create, and writing is my preferred creation.
I write because I need to love and, in writing, I feel love flowing through me.
I write because I respond to a need in my correspondents. A need that is often shared with me, that I sometimes sense, but that I also reveal at other times. I write because it does good to those who read me.
I write because paper and more often the screen are patient with me. They give me time to give birth to my thoughts.
I write because writing is the best therapy I know, and the most easily accessible. This practice allows me to transform my wounds into wisdom, my questionings into understandings, my doubts into inner certainties. Through writing, I dialogue with my parts of shadow and light, I reconcile my contradictions and I tame my fears.
I write because sometimes I cannot help but write.
I write because Life has things to say through me that it cannot say through others in the same way. But this I only know after having written.
I write because this act centers me and recharges my energies. I feel fullness when I have finished writing.
Writings accompany the person in their solitude, and I like to be good company.