“Why do I write?” As a writer, this is one of the biggest questions that I have to confront every now and then. But no matter how many existential layers I peel off, it’s the same simple answer still. I know I don’t want to write for recognition, leisure nor validation. I don’t want to write to escape reality–as a realist. As I’ve grown older, I’ve come to realize that writing is more than just wanting to change the world, leaving a legacy or immortalizing my memories; the only reason that I do it is for someone. I want to write for someone. For others. For people. For me. To me, this is why I write.