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Why I Write

I write to make peace with the things I cannot control. I write to create fabric in a world that often appears black and white. I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts. I write to begin a dialogue.

I write to imagine things differently and in imagining things differently perhaps the world will change. I write to honor beauty. I write to correspond with my friends. I write as a daily act of improvisation. I write because it creates my composure. I write myself out of my nightmares and into my dreams. I write to the questions that shatter my sleep.

I write to remember. I write to forget. I write as an act of faith. I write as an act of slowness. I write to record what I love in the face of loss.
I write as a bow to wilderness.

I write because I believe I can create a path in the darkness. I write as a witness to what I have seen. I write for the love of ideas. I write knowing words always fall short. I write as though I am whispering into the ear of someone I love.


-Terry Tempest Williams