Moreover, eternal youth makes itself apparent in a writer’s happiness, thus fulfilling the second legend associated with the Holy Grail. Writing enables me to bask in my ego with no cost to myself or others but the price of personal truth. Only when I am my sincerest with myself do I experience true joy since no clouds of regret can exist in that moment. I write not for the sake of others to read or the deceiving warmth of popularity; I write solely for the pleasure of my own ideas and words. Yes, this can be perceived as selfish, but it is a selfishness without the guilt of sin. It is a selfishness that sustains the integrity of a story, my story, and exhibits a similar symptom of inspiration: the feeling of euphoria. I don’t own any specific
