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I\u2019ve already shared with you that I dreamt of becoming a writer when I was young. Life\u2019s rough hands tore my dream from me and shut it away for the longest time. Today, as an old woman, writing brings me the most pleasure. I write to share my experience, my secrets and my long life. I write to sow a little love and to reap a lot. I write mostly because I can\u2019t do otherwise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I type tirelessly on my iPad to learn how to love myself and to discover who I am. I write to surprise myself with all the small revelations that emerge, secrets buried deep within me. I write to woo life\u2019s impenetrability and breathe a little hope into my battered heart. I write to uproot the worst and slay it. I write to trace my life, so I don\u2019t forget the little things and convince myself that my life until now hasn\u2019t been in vain. I do it to try and figure out what might happen to me. I mostly write to avoid the sleepiness of my consciousness. Words are little pick-me-ups that, with any luck, will keep my ink busy for years to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I lay my words out on the paper for my own pleasure and that of those who read me. Writing allows me to express myself and display my dreams. I sometimes take myself for a relentless creator, imagining worlds, surreal situations and scenarios, and giving birth to characters. Yet the stories that come to life at my fingertips often turn out to be true. Most of the time, I write to expel the unspeakable, well-hidden truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I darken pages to dream and to strengthen my imagination. I don\u2019t know how to dance or sing any better than I can flirt or love. I console myself believing that my last magical power stems in a nicely crafted sentence I\u2019ve strung together. Could my writing add something that wasn\u2019t already part of this world?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A wreath of flowers, a four-leaf clover, a wise crow, my heart on its knees. My sentences are empty of meaning but filled with poetry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My head is a circus and the stories I tell help me survive. Writing in a coffee shop or sitting at my large kitchen table, I type, amuse myself and weave a story. I write to shout that my heart still has so much love to give. I write to embrace my solitude, lighten my sadness and dull my useless anguish. I flee the desert of the blank page to distract myself with the unruliness of words. I write to imagine paradise and its great golden door. I write to think out loud about the mysteries of the universe and tame the indecipherable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With each new dawn, I rejoice. I turn on the lamp and write for about an hour in my bed. Fighting the vertigo that comes with still being alive, I imagine my heart purring with love. I write to chase away my old sorrows, heal from the scratches of time and to save my story from erasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pick up the pen to tease forth inspiration, counter the dullness of the everyday and to keep my 10 fingers from going numb. I sometimes bury my sorrow deep within the page.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I write to honour inspiration\u2019s muse, stimulate my creative hemisphere and enjoy the tremendous happiness writing fills me with.
I write to express my emotions and, mostly, my obsessions.
I write to catch up on a life that is slipping away too quickly.
I write to make the most of my originality as a human being.
I write to open myself to wonder.
I write to learn how to live without working.
I write to learn how to become a good person.
I write so that I don\u2019t cry.
I write to befriend the reaper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear readers, might you have a few good reasons to write too?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cora
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