Today iam so crazy in writing............

This may seem a little indifferent but I can honestly say I am happiest when writing........... It's been my one and only desire/aim since I was 7 years old  to write and be a writer....in my school....................
 I had just finished reading fairytales and thought to become a chota writer........
And so it began..............
 I may have stopped sometimes, I may not write 24-7, I may lose inspiration and motivation but whenever I go back to it, it's like i've never been away.........
 I get excited about adding more to my novel or creating a poem........... using words to my advantage..............
I absolutely agree with Clean White Page........ 
if i can evoke a feeling in those who read my work, that is pretty special...........................
 It's one thing to write but it's another to inspire with your writing................
 That is a very important part of what I do. I want people to be enthralled.............
 I want people to see an image I describe............... 
I want them to feel........... 
I think that's pretty passionate.............. :)
I'm getting the passion back.  There are times when I can't wait to get home to write a thing....................... 
 I will dwell on what I want to write about, leaving notes on my phone and just plain ole driving myself nuts till I can sit down and write....................
 Don't know if it's passion or not, but yes, i'm the happiest when i write, and i have been doing it a long time and never got tired of it...................
 if one day i have to do this for a living and i imagine i will, but right now i'm in seventh heaven. i guess that's passion? 
it's a challenge sometimes, but that makes it more fun.......... then i'm really a happy person. :)
Sometimes I find myself so conflicted that the only way I know how to release the tension is through some free-writing, usually for me ending up in the form of a poem. 
That is not too often, but some of my best poems come from this tension, and it is not necessarily always bad............... 
For instance, when I watched blossoms from an tree with a butterfly swirling about me..or my loved ones......., it was so mundane, and yet so stunningly amazing, and I had no words for my feelings. 
Those blossoms, flying about  I still can't explain it, but I wrote a block of text, not really a poem, but it is still refreshing to read, and it brings back those same intense...stirrings...................... 
Anyway, I'm no poet, I'm not a novelist.............. 
That is an entirely different can of worms..................... 
Mostly, it's a similar tension, but only from the fact that I have so very many stories to tell, I figure I can't waste a minute of my life of I'll never get them all out....... 
Even then, I know it wont.............sandhyaraj