An Entirely Selfish Act

An entirely selfish act: 

often, I'll write about my purpose here, this blog, and in particular any piece of work I happen to be writing - and my assurance is that there is no point aside from the actual writing, that I'm not offering anything of great importance nor insights that are greater than your own. Really, an insight just provides a theme to write of, giving me an idea to carry forward with words that only have meaning in the moment of my writing. This is all for me, an entirely selfish act of my commitment. 

I write for sake of inspiration, for the hope that a string of words might appear and lend themselves to beauty. An insight is just a starting point, nothing more, and certainly not offered as a teaching. The truth is that everything I write is fabricated, pure imagination, fiction. What seems like such a meaningful idea in the moment of its arrival has already vanished in importance by the time my fingers reach the keyboards. The idea is gone, inspirational already taken another turn, and I am typing something completely different, contradicting whatever thought I held before. 

for me, writing is an entirely selfish act.

my commitment is in the faith that somewhere on a page...a few words might bring a sense of beauty, a lyrical rhythm when read aloud. I've been asked before about sharing, if this is an entirely selfish act than why do I share my words? As if I have to provide an answer, or justify reasons that art is ever shared. It just is, it doesn't feel complete until the words are given away, put forth for someone to see even with a brief glance, and that my commitment is complete only when it's shared. 

that's the best I have for an explanation. 

and it's not really true, partially so, mostly, I have no idea why any of this happens, writing or why it's shared after. It's mystery, all of it, from first point of inspiration to the rush of words that follow, and any reason that they're shared - none of this can be explained, it's not meant to be, it's an entirely selfish act that brings me utter joy. 

the explanation is always just the writing. 

and it's for myself alone.

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Peace, Eric