Why Do I Write?

I suspect all people who write anything down for a purpose that is not related to work or bare survival come across this question sooner or later. I know I did and, while I don’t have a definitive answer as of now, I do know that the answer changed over time. I have always enjoyed writing of sorts. Deep down I’ve had the fantasy of being an actual writer for a very long time now. You know, the romantic version of this dream, the one without the precarious circumstances, the writer’s block, the unemployment, the difficulty to make a living, the existential angst. Just me writing compelling thoughts and amazing stories to my heart’s content. Of course that would necessitate actually coming up with something worth writing, devising a story, thinking up characters or so.