Why do I write?

Do I have something to say? Sometimes. Do I have stories to tell? Undoubtedly. Could I survive without writing? Once I would have said yes but now I find it difficult to be dogmatic about a lot of things.
That doesn’t mean that I have no views on issues. I see less black and white distinctions and have a more polychromatic view on life’s progress. In lots of ways that makes life richer and more varied. More possibilities, more options. That’s got to be beneficial to me.