Pity For Those Who Don't Write

There are people who don't have pens randomly hidden in every room, every jacket, every purse finding them in the strangest of places like under your pillow, by the sink, in an empty bowl in the kitchen cabinet, sometimes even in a shoe 

for the spontaneous ideas that must be written down at once. 

There are people who don't wake up in the middle of the night, struck with inspiration, and stay up the rest of the night, writing their hearts out. 

There are people who don't have random lines, that make little sense -except to the writer-

written on their hand. 

There are people who don't have their characters on paper haunting them. Butting into every thought they have, until the writer finished writing their story. 

There are people who get sleep every single night with no thoughts of imaginary worlds sprouting in their heads, keeping them awake. They have no push from that magnificent imaginary word to stay up all night writing about the complex worlds inside their head. 

There are people who don't get stressed about writing an entire chapter and sometimes more,

then deciding it was complete crap,

before starting completely over. 

They don't stress about not having enough time to write and keep grades up. 

And I pity them.