Why I Started Writing

Why did I start writing? Actually, a better question is why I started to create again. In the era of AI, I realized that I hadn’t created anything in a long time, and I don’t know how I put up with it in the past. The last time I remember creating something new was in junior high school, when I made a short movie and kept a diary. Nowadays, people are constantly consuming while creating nothing—even the smart ones. They consume philosophy books and movies, thinking they are different and independent, but ultimately they don’t create a damn thing, making them just as ordinary as anyone else.

But before I start to break this cycle, there are several concerns:

There might be danger since the police can easily get details about your personal life.
Your family or friends may discover your dark side, something you have never shown them before.

However, I finally found ways to solve these problems:

I am no longer afraid of death. So you can break my arms or torture my ass, but you can never break my spirit. I’m fucking eager for you to kill me.
Most of them don’t know enough English to read this. Even if they do, they are too busy to read this article thoroughly. Ultimately, I don’t care at all. The only person I care about is myself. So you mean shit to me.

After conquering these mental barriers, let’s talk about the benefits of writing.

It helps me think—think hard and deep. Deep thinking is rare nowadays, especially when input is overwhelming while output is nearly zero.
I can enjoy the simple joy of creating stuff, even if it’s meaningless. For a creator, the process itself is the greatest reward. I treat it as pure leisure.

Especially in English:

Writing in English improves my reading and writing skills, which I believe will pay off in the future.
The results are better when I think in English. We Chinese might have an internal censor when using our native language. I found my mind is much freer when I think in English.

Well, I guess this is the beginning of an incredible journey. I really don’t know; I’m just following my gut, just like I don’t know why I started writing in the first place. Like someone once said, “It’s not that I use the pen to write; the pen uses me. I just follow its movement.”