Sometimes I think the reason I want to express, the troublesome reason to write, and when thinking of everything, I think that I am at the root of this writing desire. But I can not find the answer. Even the simple theory of Orwell's "Why I write" such as pure self-interest, aesthetic enthusiasm, historical urge, political goal can not satisfy me. But I want to give up the idea of writing and becoming a writer. I am afraid to write, but desperately I fell in love with it. I can not share it with humans, unless I do not understand, I can not understand, I do not have a soul. But before that I will write more often and I will see how it works.
Why can I force my writing? . . . Because the world I created in writing compensates for what the real world did not give to me. Through writing, I give a handle to the world so I can place an order and learn it. Life writes because I can not calm my appetite and anger. . . Be more intimate with yourself and you. Find yourself, protect yourself, and rule over yourself. I am removing the myth that crazy prophets, or suffering. To convince myself, I am worth it, and I am not talking about a bunch of shit. . . Finally, I am afraid to write, so I am writing it, but I am afraid not to write it.
Last weekend I found the real reason for my writing. I already know what I write, because I want to share what I have learned, and the mistakes I made make you not need to do them. I know that I like teaching and coaching, but my sentences can reach a wider audience and more people can keep in touch with classrooms and coaches. Writing has broad influence. But there are more. Last weekend, I sponsored your Creative Career Seminar. It was over an hour, after the conversation I started chatting with one of the participants. She said, "Thank you, you have saved me for just a year." This kind of praise makes me feel how I understand how important the efficiency is to me.