There are loads of reasons.
In order to better understand myself.
To explore topics which interest me.
To make money.
The list could go on for pages.
As I sit this morning watching the Asian city below me wake-up to it's bustling, crazy fullness, I'm thinking about this question.
Or, more specifically, why should I write?
All of the above reasons are good ones - and there're a lot more I could add to the list.
But I wish to add just one.
I think it's my reason. Here's where it comes from.
I watched one movie on my long plane ride(s) over here. It was "Goodbye, Christopher Robin," a film I found to be oddly moving (for what I think are a lot of personal reasons which I won't get into here). It's the story of A.A. Milne, author of "The Adventures of Winnie-the-Pooh," one of the best loved (probably my most loved) children's stories of all time, and his relationship with his son, the archetype of Christopher Robin.
It's worth a watch.
Milne answers the question "why I write" in the film. His answer had changed over the years, as a result of the personal affects of global conflict.
As I blog daily, write articles, work on both fiction and non-fiction in my own life and future career - my writing why has become a little more focused; a little clearer.
I want people to see.
Winnie-the-Pooh helps people see to this day, young and old.
Writing should be like that.