You might write not because you have to say something, but because you have something to say. Writing is like a muscle, the more you wear it out, the more it grows. And like any other exercise, you must work out this muscle regularly, if not every day. Write because you want your words to grow into something powerful. It is like a work of art, a brilliant painting that every observer can see and derive his or her own meaning. Write because you want to reach out and touch hearts; because you know this is the most civil way of winning people over. Words are the safest bridge between two people. The writer writes in a way to get his reader to understand, and so, they are already working towards a mutual agreement.

Write because that’s where all human knowledge starts. Because that is how word got out and came down through generations and generations of people. Write because it makes you scholarly and honorable. Write because it makes you feel satiated. Write because it is your passion. What is that thing you call ‘passion for writing’? It is that feeling, that urge which grows inside you when your mind knows it has come across a thought to share and you don’t ease up till you say it. It is when you feel proud when other people savor your words like you do. It is that sense of accomplishment, that confidence you get when you know people look up to your words, or simply enjoy it.

Write. Poorly, fairly or brilliantly. Let not your humanly measures of excellence dampen the beauty of what you and only you can give to the world. The world needs your words. Practice exquisite words of love and ardor. Write, not just because you have something to say, but because the world needs something beautiful to fall in love with.