Writing is cathartic.
Writing is beautiful.
Writing is ethereal.
Writing touches you deeply, wraps you in a sheath on comfort.
Writing lets you be when you wish to scream but are unable to do so.
Aren't above the things people usually say about writing? That it is magical? that the pen is mightier than the sword? That the writers turn thoughts into action?
True it is, whatever you pick. Writing is about making the words prance around sloppily with happiness. It is allowing the words to ache instead of you. It can magnify the slightest of pains and dwarf the biggest of achievements. Writing is like building the monument of events, firing the plot with crackers of interesting set of characters who amaze you with the sight ever so blinding, with the feelings ever so heavenly. Writing indeed is magical!
Writing is not only beautiful but it also makes the pen holder feel beautiful too. Words let you express. Words allow you to expand when you feel shrinking into a dot. Characters speak on your behalf while your emotions remain anonymous to the world. When you write, it works as an outlet and whether it is not fully guaranteed that you'll feel better at the end, but it is sure a signed off treaty of peace that you become better at handling things by the time you put that last dot at the end tunnel of that last sentence. You no longer remain the person you were before the drop of the first word. You have grown, like into a toddler from the infant, into a tree from a seed, into a fertile land after the heavy rainfall. You grow into the desired result from a mere casualty of the battle.