Not everyone in the world is free to write his thoughts. In fact, a very large part fo the world population can neither read nor write, and of those you can, few have the resources at their disposal to do so, especially in such an easy, accessible form as teh Internet. As a middle class American, I am blessed with all of these: reading, writing, computer, adn Internet. On top of this, I have time to write. Sure, I’m fairly busy, but I can easily make time if I so choose without any negative impact on the rest of my life.
It is absolutely wonderful to be able to express ourselves in written word, an odd way of solidifying thoughts, thoughts that will last indefinitely in whatever format we lay them down. Writing enables us to take on different personae, fictional or factual, to wither pretend to be what we are not, or what we wish we were, or to describe ourselves for others to understand. The practice of writing makes it easier to communicate with the world around us, to express feelings, desires, demands, cares, needs, wants, goals, and dreams. It helps us to build friendships with those far and near, to sustain relationships through time and space. I am truly thankful for this wonderfully good thing God has given me: the opportunity to write.