Zumba Results Before And After Guys

This is ... unexpected.

Thanks to my dad found the speech to the Turkish author Pamuk Ohram gave when accepting the Nobel Prize.
(why there is always someone to show me things like what I write?)
Here it is:

write because I have an innate need to write.
write because I can not do normal work like other people.
write because I read books as I write.
write because I'm upset with the world.
write because I love to sit in a room all day writing.
write because I can partake of real life only whether the change.
write because I want others, the whole world to know what kind of life we \u200b\u200blive, and still living in Istanbul, Turkey.
write because I love the smell of paper, pen, ink.
write because I believe in literature, art of the novel, I think more than anything else. I write because it is a habit, a passion.
write because I have fear of being forgotten.
write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings.
write to be alone.
Maybe I write because I hope to understand why I am so, so annoying with everyone. I write because I like being read.
write because once I started a novel, an essay, a page, I want to finish. I write because everyone expects you type.
write because I have a child conviction in the immortality of libraries, and how my books are on the shelf.
write because it is exciting to turn all the beauty and richness of life in words. I write not to write a story but to compose a story.
write because I want to escape the feeling early that there is a place I must go but which, as in a dream, I can not go.
I write because I never got to be happy.
write to be happy. "