Why do I write.

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I write because I have no other way of bleeding. I bleed because I think it is better than crying. I cry because I am now bad at what I was best at. I am bad because I gave a damn. I gave a damn not because I cared but because I was careless. I was careless because I didn't think. I didn't think that I think a lot. I think a lot because I have dreams. I dream because I have ambitions. I am ambitious because I want to bring about a change. I want to bring about a change because I can. I can bring about a change because I don't perceive but because I observe. I observe because I am curious. I am curious because I want to know. I want to know because I want the absolute, but not the abstract. I want the absolute. Yes, I want the absolute. I want the exact. I want the round peg in the round hole and the square peg in the square hole. And yet I aspire to be the square peg in the round hole. I am one.
I am meant to quest for the absolute. I am meant to be the absolute. I am meant to know. I am meant to be curious, I am meant to observe. This observation will bring about a change. The change will be both my dream and ambition. I don't need to think much of either. I don't need to present, I need to show. I need to be careless and yet be caring. I need to be better. I need to sweat, cry and bleed. I need to write. I need to. I need. I. Because only I can.
©Ayushi Nayak

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