You ask why I do this?
Why I stress myself out over the future?
Why, even when I am sick and I’m tired,
I continue to write, to sing, to dance, to act?
Why I am so determined to build a future on something
That causes me such exhaustion?
At first your questions stump me.
Never have I thought about why.
I just do.
These things are a part of me,
Of the way I live, breath, eat and sleep.
I write to free the mind.
I sing to free the heart.
I dance to free the soul.
But I act, I act to feel.
To feel emotions that otherwise,
Would never penetrate the barrier
That keeps them shut up inside.
I act to see.
To see a different side in people
Normally left unknown.
I act to find.
To find parts of myself
That I never knew existed.
I act to understand.
To understand the complexities
of the world and it’s inhabitants.
To understand myself
and why I am who I am.
But even with this list of reasons,
I am not yet satisfied with my answers.
Because, above all else,
I do these things for love.
For the love of the words,
the melodies,
the movement.
And for the love that it allows me to feel
For each person that might cross my path
on this journey of life
And so,
I hope that now you can better understand
Why?…Because.