I’ve been in the habit of saying that the deepest reason of why I write is so that I don’t die when I die.
Is that self-centered? Where’s my altruism?
Also, if my writing is wholly for myself, who’s going to keep it?
I think it’s time to re-define: I want to help our species and the massive ecosystem of the universe at large through my writing. I want my writing to promote understanding, to prevent disconnection.
Of course, I still won’t die when I die. And is helping the species as a whole nonetheless a form of evolutionary selfishness?