#1-Journey of Quest: Why Do You Write? ✍

Hola readers!

Goooood morning to you, all.

Wait, don't check the time or try not peeping out of the window to see the sun.
I welcome you all with a good morning because this session is going to be a whole new series of fresh things, like new beginnings to a day, like a cup of warm coffee by your bed, like a good morning wish in the weirdmost time of the day or night, who knows!

Welcome to the blogs of Journey of Quest season towards which we're heading right now. To clarify, let me tell you I've planned that I'll post and ask random questions that triggers my mind more often, the ones that make me question the surrounding and the very existence of life. So, let's begin today's quest!

Why do you write?

Yes, this question has triggered my mind most of the times and all I could write back is

I can't help but writing.
Writing is not like a snobbish art to me anymore the way it used to be when I finished a Shakespearean tragedy at sixth grade. Reading books has always been my escape from reality because it doesn't only create an illusionary vision of a different dimensional reality but it also gave me some kind of comfort, the feeling of home. And as they say:

(Home)t's not where you make your bed
It's not where you lay your head.
Home is, where heart is. And reading has always been my home, after I come in terms with my sleep though!

Writing is an outburst of my much personal emotions roiled into words and sentences, that has often been hidden from the public eyes and that cures all my worries and heartaches with each word I write.

Writing has never been like holding a pen and a notebook and sitting hours idly for words to come out, rather it has always been dynamic. I almost felt as if a force, kept within is trying to get out of me. All my chaos gets wings, when I write. I let them deal with my reality. I let them deal an escape of a surreal existence, and let me inhabit in a land where I make and let the creatures roam around. I write when I can't let them keep within.

And the more I see pain, melting down by skulls of the words I write, the more I breathe.

Comment below: What's your 'why'?

Dear Steemrades!
As you all know that I'm a newbie here and I'm trying my best to survive here but it's not really possible without your support and help.

I'm a quite busy a person in the world outside, like you all. But this fascinating world has engrossed a part of me as if. I'd keep posting new things and write blogs for you all.

And all you need to do, is to pay a bit of your attention to my contents.