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Whenever I am happy, I don't get that desperate urge to write. It's not that I don't enjoy writing when everything in my life is going smoothly, but more that I find myself savouring the moment rather than needed to expell my feelings. When I read back through everything I have written over the years, the periods of happiness have tended to result in pages upon pages of trivialities and pointless observations. And part of me likes these entries just as much.

Even as I write this now, I don't have any particular purpose or aim. I'm not really trying to make any point or comment on anything particularly profound - I am just writing because I enjoy the process. My writing is the 'stream of consciousness' novel of my life; a completely purposeless insight into my mind.

But at the same time I do need to write when I am content; I need to record the moment and remind myself that sometimes life really is good. It's very easy to allow the negative thoughts to dominate and to write when things are hard to bear, but ultimately it's just as important to look back and see the good in life. When I do look back at all the things I have written, it is the silly little pointless peices that make me smile and have taught me the most about myself.

I don't think writing needs a purpose. I don't even think writing needs to make sense. For me, writing is not about entertaining or teaching or analysing but about learning and knowing more about oneself. Writing and reading are both the same; they are both about finding your own meaning.