I write because I want to write, don't ask me why, I say this yet I get asked all the time, why do you write all the time, come out and hang out tonight, lets get slammed, other nonsense and the like. When you have a dream to achieve and you want it more than anything you don't need to give people your answer as to why you're doing what you're doing, that's a question that is imp laced in a conversation between you and yourself, that's it, no one else needs to know you're reasoning. When people started to ask me what I was doing this summer and I proceeded to tell them I'm working on a book, I received many laughs, to be honest, I laugh harder at them intrinsically knowing that their laughs are out of jealousy, because while they're working a dead end job or any career field really, just to make a quick dollar and cash it in for a new car or some other material possession that really, pardon me, doesn't mean a rats ass, I laugh. I have no more of a response to the question why than I would to someone asking me the most complex theories known to man and how the atoms and neutrons made stars, evolved to fish and monkeys and us and what not. People have thrown away words of admiration towards an individual doing something they love and brings them clear and utter joy, to pass out our insults and show our low self esteem for the day at it's finest display.
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