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My Story to Writing
Time flies by fast.
A lot of things have happened since I’ve started writing and sharing. I’ve started the next chapter of my life. I graduated high school, started university, and have my sights set on what’s to come. Life gets busy but writing has been a great way for me to lose track of time.
Writing has also helped me gather my emotions, regulate my feelings, and better control the things I have to say. I used to take life for granted as it was the only way I knew how to live. I still take a lot of things for granted that I shouldn’t. But writing, and possibly age, have allowed me to settle in and live in the moment more than I used to.
Every moment matters. That’s one thing I wish I knew earlier. I used to get up each day, go to school, do my work, chat with friends, and go to bed — some days before the sun went down.
I never thought about what it could’ve been, nor did I ever understand why I chose to do some of the things I did. I only pondered whether things would ever change after they had already passed, and tried out a bunch of hobbies until I could catch onto a few that I enjoyed.
Writing was one of those hobbies, but at first, it wasn’t very fun. I didn’t appreciate the idea that I could combine my creative mindset with my ability to write. I didn’t understand the art of writing. Writing certainly wasn’t a strong suit of mine. I was never a good writer until the last year of school, and only had the idea to open up and share my writing, when I realised there were visions in my mind worth making known.
When I finally got comfortable with writing, I wrote some more whenever I wasn’t studying, exercising, or burning time elsewhere. There were days where I would pick up the pen and put it to paper. There were other days I didn’t feel so inspired, though soon enough, I was writing every day in the little book I had kept.
I wrote about my life, my adventures, and the things I wanted to say but never could. I wrote about the languages I taught myself, in the languages I taught myself, and about how miserable it was to be a high school student. When I ran out of pages, I kept the rest of the ideas in my head.
Shadowed by the thought that no one could ever relate to me, I was afraid of sharing my writing. I…
