There’s this scene in Finding Forrester where the main character says something like, “Why is it that the words we write for ourselves are always better than the words we write for others?”
The truth is that writers write for a million different reasons. Maybe they even write for no reason at all. But I believe that it happens to every writer to write at least a short story, a poem, a play, something with no expectations at all. Just because. Just for the fun of it.
I’d like to believe that masterpieces are created that way. When you’re free, when you’re just doing your thing — the world has nothing to offer you, nothing to take away from you– that’s when you create real art. Because you want nothing, because you’re just having fun, you’re writing words for the sake of writing words. One after another until you get to the end.
There’s no pressure, no expectations, or dreams. It’s just you and a blank screen (or empty page if you’re into that kind of thing).
I have to admit it. We write for others. We want to inspire, to provoke a reaction, to make people feel. But we also write for ourselves. We write because we have to, because we learn more about the world around us and ourselves. That’s something we should never forget.
So maybe, just maybe, the words we write for ourselves, the words we don’t expect to be read or understood or loved, are better than the ones we write for others.