I write because I know I’m not going to be here for very long. I know that years after I have gone, my life will disappear as did many other lives before me. I write because in the limited time I have, with every fiber of my being I want to inspire people. I want to have done something that will live on in somebody’s heart and be remembered. I write because maybe I’ll touch somebody, even if it’s long after I’ve gone.
Everybody has different reasons. There is mine, strange yet cliché as it is.