I love writing because it’s a doorway into countless lives and perspectives. Through it, you can step into someone else’s world and understand things you might never have considered. What you or I might think of as trivial could be someone else’s everything—their hope, their struggle, their reason to keep going. Writing allows you to give life to those stories, to see through different eyes and feel with different hearts.
There’s a unique magic in how you can craft the voice of an innocent dreamer in the morning and a cunning villain by night. You can live these different realities on paper, yet remain untouched by either. At the end of the day, you can step back, look at the words, and say, “That wasn’t me, but I understood them.” Writing is a way to explore the depths of humanity while remaining grounded in your own truth.
Why do I love it? Honestly, I don’t have a perfect answer—because the heart rarely offers explanations. It simply pulls you toward what feels right. For me, writing is one of those inexplicable passions. It’s a way to lose myself and find myself at the same time, a way to connect with the infinite complexities of life through the stories I create.