Writing is hard. There's no two ways about it; it's hard. Creating anything is hard, no matter your medium. So, why do we even bother with it?
There are some people who use art as therapy--get out whatever's going on in your head and turn it into something beautiful or symbolic. Work through fears and concerns and traumas by putting it into a poem or a painting or a series of photographs. I've never been able to do this, but power to those who do.
Some people use art as an escape from the real world. Creating time is sacred and placing yourself in a world of your own creation can help you get away from life for a while. I probably fall into this camp more often than I'd like to admit.
Then there are other people who just want to make pretty things, and the obligatory sell-out who sees a money-making opportunity in the artistic realms (good luck with that, buddy). There are people who want to express their souls, their truth, and art is the only way to embody something so vast and incomprehensible. There are people who use art as a way to slow down and reconnect with the world around them.
There are people who make art for basically any reason you can imagine.
We make art for a variety of personal reasons and one universal reason: it's part of the human experience. We've been telling stories and painting on walls since before we were true homo sapiens, and we haven't stopped. The art we make has only grown more elaborate and more varied, and I think that's beautiful.
This musing on the nature of art and why we create it brought to you by an intrepid halfling cyborg named Emily who can be found on emilykaysinger.com, on Twitter @emilyksinger, and in the upcoming Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers 2014 anthology.