During the day I wear my happy face and I go to work trying to save the lives of others. I sweat, I struggle, I cry. I often don’t feel that anything I do makes a difference. It is thankless, tiring work.
At night I come home and change into my super identity and I write. I cure famines. I mend broken hearts. I save worlds. Whatever I can imagine, I can do. Nothing is too difficult for me. It gives me purpose.
This is why I love to write.