writer?

Why do I write?
Many successful writers, or teachers on writing, advise that if you aspire to be a writer, then attempt to write everyday, to develop those writing chops, as it were, to have that greater command of the language.
I do write, not everyday though, but when I feel like it. I write when I feel I have to, not because of deadlines, Im a crammer and I hate deadlines for they paralyze me.
I write not for the money, I often give my two cents worth but I doubt if others would even put that much value in what I have to say.
I write not for the fame. I do feel that fame is a fickle muse and should not be chased around. It is one great motivator I believe for most writers but one of the worst reasons for writing.
I write maybe to share. To let others know not just what’s on my mind but what I’m going through.
Fr Tom Green, SJ, was once asked, when are you going to write your next book? and he answered, I’ll write when I have something new to write about, I don’t want to repeat myself. Very well said, I believe.
Well, why do I write when I cannot even consider myself a writer? I write mostly for myself, to make sense out of all the people, things and events I get to face and confront, to keep my sanity in the midst of all the madness that is life. For now, that is the sole and primary reason why I write, hoping to find salvation at most or clarity at the least, for I find that in writing I find the spark, the light to guide me out of the many darknesses I find myself in.