Why I Write – When Words Begin to Breathe

Why I write is more than words on a screen.
It is a lifeline, a way to understand myself and the world around me.
Sometimes I wonder if there’s someone out there who recognizes themselves in my writing — someone who, by reading, finds comfort, stillness, or perhaps the courage to start writing, too.
Because when we share our words, a sense of connection is created – and two will always be more than one.

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Why I Write – When Words Begin to Breathe

I don’t write to earn money.
I write to breathe.

To understand what I feel but can’t always explain.
To give space to thoughts that otherwise grow too many, too strong, or too silent.
When I write, I find my way back home to myself – one breath at a time.

Sometimes the words don’t come right away.
They wait, as if they need time to mature before becoming sentences.
In that silence, something important happens – things I don’t yet understand, but still feel.
That’s where the words are born, slowly, as if they’re searching for me as much as I’m searching for them.

There are many words inside me.
Words carrying memories, scents, voices, and dreams.
Words that have been quiet for too long, but eventually want to come out – not to be read, but to be free.

A Morning by the Lake

When I finally drove to the lake, the sky was magically beautiful.
I loved every centimeter of the road that led me there – the trees along the way shimmered in golden light as the sun tried to break through the autumn air.
At the lake, everything was a quiet performance for whoever happened to be watching – and that morning, that someone was me.

A small squirrel climbed playfully in a tree while the surface of the lake lay mirror-still.
The water was ten degrees, the air cold, and together they created a silver mist that rose like breath from the surface.
It was refreshing, life-affirming, and breathtakingly beautiful – a moment where every cell in my body awakened to life.
A perfect way to begin the day: a gift to myself, a loving way of greeting the morning.

Morning mist over a mirror-still lake surrounded by autumn-colored trees and a small raft by the shore – a quiet moment reflecting why I write: presence, stillness, and life in motion. — Morning by the lake. The water was perfectly still, the mist rising like breath – a reminder of why I write: to breathe, to feel, and to be right here, right now.

Why I Write – When Someone Recognizes Themselves

Maybe there’s someone out there who receives my words and feels something familiar.
Maybe that person becomes a little less lonely.
Because then there are two of us – and two are always more than one.

Maybe someone out there becomes inspired.
Someone who, by reading my blog, dares to share their own words and feel the same quiet joy I feel every morning when I open up malix.se.
When I see a little hello from another part of the world, a new flag, or just numbers whispering that someone took the time to read – it feels like a silent conversation.

When Stories Meet

Someone reads about Oskar – the child who finds school harder than most.
Maybe it brings comfort to a parent fighting for their own Oskar in a world that doesn’t always understand.
Maybe it brings hope – a sense of not being alone, a will to keep going, to find small insights, new thoughts, and strength in knowing that others are trying to understand too.

That’s why I write.
Not for applause or statistics – but for the closeness between words, between people.
So that there will be a place where everyday life can breathe, where sorrow can speak, and where joy can whisper its quiet thank you.

I don’t write so the world will listen.
I write so that someone, somewhere, perhaps today, will feel that we are two.

Questions for You, the Reader

What do my words awaken in you?
Have you ever written to understand, rather than to explain?
What does it mean to you to share something personal – big or small – with another person?

AHA – Between the Lines

Words are not born from a need to be seen,
but from a longing to reach out.
When someone recognizes themselves, something quiet but profound happens – meaning takes form in the meeting.

Between the Lines – My Voice

When I share my words, I become less alone.
And when you read them, perhaps you do too.
Together we create a space where life can be what it truly is.

Why I Write – Reflection

Writing is like exhaling after a long day.
It’s not always neat or beautiful, but it’s real.
And in every text, in every sentence, there’s a piece of the stillness I seek – and sometimes find.

Quote

Live today, right now. Right now is always a place to rest, a place to dare to feel.
Yesterday isn’t here, and we can’t change it.
What we have is now – and tomorrow will be the memories we make today.
How do we want to create them?
I want to create memories filled with moments of kindness, respect, and authenticity.
Right now is what matters.
– Carina Ikonen Nilsson