What Do You Love To Do?

Where are you?
And what are you doing?
Is it something you love?
If not, why not?
What do you love to do?
Do you like to sleep? I do but don’t seem to find the time to do so.
But I also write. I write under contract and I write not under contract and I write songs thinking I’m a rock star and I write prose meant for really nobody but me and I write love poems for my daughter and I write meaning-of-life crap that nobody in the world will ever see but I write because I love to write.
What do you love to do?
I don’t know much else. It’s a burning passion that was ignited in third grade and has never been squelched. Too many years in publishing almost did but it made me bigger, stronger. It made me tougher, made me wiser. And it made me more determined.
What do you love to do?
I try to end things by writing.
I try to start things by writing.
I try to find meaning by writing.
I pray by writing.
I wait to hear from God through writing.
I try to entertain. I try to motivate. I try to inspire and move. But blah blah blah. I didn’t write The Kite Runner and maybe I never will but I don’t care. I’m happy in my own little writing universe where characters whisper to me in the middle of the night.
I like having left the publishing universe and its perverse little bubble. I love people thinking that writing is magical and mysterious, that it’s intriguing and different and COOL. I’m not cool even if I try but I will say I’m a writer and that will ALWAYS be cool.
“He’s a writer” never gets old just like being a father.
I write for me and I love to write and maybe one day God willing I’ll write something big and something magical and something mythical but for now I’m just writing.
Did I ask? What do you love to do?
Don’t let life blink and find you twenty years down the road where you have no clue what you love. So many people don’t know. They just don’t know. They’re lazily content. I was content. But then again, I’ve rarely been content in my entire life. There have been moments when I’ve not been in rush and when I’ve not been a wreck. There are times I’ve found peace but those times have been so rare.
But I do find joy and inspiration in the writing. Peace is a hard thing for my DNA. But that’s okay.
‘Cause I’m a writer.
And I love to write.
And believe me when I say it’s not too late.
It’s not too late to find something you love and to go for it.
I write to remember, and to put to rest.
To kill and resurrect.
To be and let it be.
If I didn’t write, I’d jump off that big bridge that stands in the way of so much.
Thank God for tiny favors.
And for writing.