The Passion

This is rather not a statement as it normally has to be, but a question, if I actually have a passion for writing.

I'm not quite sure how i ought to look at it. A hobby? Something I'm (not) supposed to be good at? Something I occasionally do to get away? To impress? Not sure at all... A social skill, maybe? Not a bit sure.

Should I ever be serious about it? I have never been. But I sometimes do tend to think that I must be. After all, my future career is most probably one that demands a good writing skill. But do I improve it solely for that reason? That I might need it? There seems to be something wrong with that one deep in my mind.

It seems to me that, as cliche as it may seem, writing indeed gives one a chance to somehow empty themselves. I hypothesize that is because ideas are genuine replicators, so they try to change one's behavior in a way that facilitates their replication. Why not talk? It's lifespan is too short, it is very unreliable as a means of replication several times without validation, it mutates wildly: just the way rumors tend to change drastically while spreading.

That's most probably why man invented writing. Much more reliable over a longer time span, and far less subject to constant mutation.

So, what about me? What role has writing played in my life? Well, I can say that at times I have written with the purpose of immortalizing my thoughts, and sometimes... I chose to spend my time writing because I felt I wanted to. Most probably what I have been describing through the preceding paragraphs. The self-generated tendency of the written word to bring itself into existence.

So, one possibly could say that I, too, have a passion for writing. And the more I put thought into it, the more I realize how beneficial this passion can be, and how fruitful it would be if I somehow made myself more passionate... or wait. Is it that tendency that's making me write these now? With little doubt, it has a part in this.

The questions then cross my mind-how good am I at writing? How good can I become? How much effort shall I put? And above all, how much English, how much my mother tongue, Persian? There are numerous arguments. Numerous debates to be held within my mindspace, and numerous answers to be given. What seems obvious at this very moment is, it is a path I have taken, and a path I shall walk; anxious to see where it takes me, and eager to know what it holds. To written word!