We write about the world in the way that we wish to see it. The world in which the villain loses and the hero triumphs. We want to live in the world where justice is prevalent and war is a rarity, in a world where the universe is called into order and the stars are always aligned. We fabricate the utopian world that we wish to live in through sentences and metaphors. We prefer this fiction over reality because we can always alter it, because we can heighten and magnify different facets.
We write ourselves into our characters, extracting a piece of our soul into these fictional pretences. They become real people with emotions and a conscience. They become enhanced versions of ourselves and the people that we have always yearned to be. It is through this writing that we learn truths about ourselves and our world. We experience the events that we construct, we experience the pain and joys of our characters and this becomes our way of life. We journey through their artificial souls; we breathe through our own words. We write in order to survive.