My pen became my oxygen supply. Writing became my therapist.
I don’t exist without writing.
I don’t see the world unless I see it in ink.
I have a sneaking suspicion that all religions lead to the same place, a very unified place.
Most of us don’t spend any time knowing ourselves. We just keep reacting.
The writers I respect the most had an undying commitment to a vision.
Writing is a really good first step toward that goal of knowing yourself.