It's funny...how writing works. It is a part of life that it can't escape anyone...patterns submerge in everyone's lives whether we want to see it or not. Whether we see the importance or feel the urge or have the need to write or not...it's always there and it's a part of life that stems from the tree of life.
That's why I love writing...writing brings intelligence and passion together and you have to have both knowledge, I underline knowledge here, not information and experience together where you meld it in the perfect state where words not only ring true in a blanket statement, it awakens feelings that you were not aware and making you think, leaping right into the heart of imagination leading us into a world that's far beyond reality, but mirroring in which everything we pass-by in our own daily lives.

To write, first and foremost, you must inherently have the will to write, desire to express and courage to analyze and critique the things in which communities hold most dear to. You must have open eyes to observe the minute and the most mundane details and to be never afraid of taking that leap to insult.... It is after all what writing is. You live and things have a way of effecting, influencing and changing you; sometimes for the better and other times, most often for the worst. Life takes away far more than it ever gives. It's not kind and giving. It's genuine, but tough. But that's the rawness eloquently put through what makes writing genuine and admirable, artistic and easier to relate to. You have to perfect everything. You have to have a vast working vocabulary, you have to know the mechanics of grammar and be able to manipulate it, you have to possess the knowledge of classics and an imagination that doesn't run out...Writing in itself is God, and is Life.