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Why I write

It’s difficult and competitive. It’s exhausting and everyone is doing it.

It’s a higher form of thinking. It’s fun. It’s a release.

You’re being creative. You’re in control amid uncertainty. Anything can happen on a page. You are the one that decides.

It might be just a scribble. It might note an idea worth preserving.

It might note an idea worth sharing.

These words live their own lives. These words bring ideas to life.

Creating life is the most rewarding experience there is.

It’s why we have families, why we start businesses, and why we share ideas.

It’s divine.

Remember Simon Sinek on millennials in the workplace?

That’s an idea with its own life.

Daniel Gilbert says that the ability to think about the future makes us human. It’s what brought progress to the human race. Yet it also brings suffering as with the thought of the future often comes anxiety.

This ability enables us to create things that live their own lives. With a desire for a better future we create tools and products that reward us in return for our efforts.

We share ideas the same way. We are hoping for impact. For some feedback from our work.

But ideas are everywhere. Everyone has those.

Ideas are cheap, aren’t they?

Yet, there are more and more aspirers year after year hoping to become writers. Despite the negative outlook, the surging competition and ubiquitous publishing platforms.

We crave to learn and share. We want to keep the progress going. We want to compel change.

Type after type.

That is why we write.

I, too, aim to learn and give.

I write to myself. I write to my younger self and to my older self. Those guys need advice. So I give.

I write to organize my thoughts. I write to remember. I write to materialize the conceptual.

I write for you. If you’re reading this and it sparks a thought that leads to another thought. If you remember two weeks from now and it leads to something.


That is why I write.

I read more and more as I age and most of the reading seems unremarkable.

Yet, as Steve once said, the dots always connect backwards. What we feed our minds is important. Everything single thing is important. It affects our well-being.

I hope for well-being. I hope that you are well. And if you’re not and you are seeking, I hope that you will find.

I hope to be one of the dots.

Writing, CreativityMartin Uhnak