I write to live. I live to write. Back in kindergarten, I was taught to write the basics: the ABCs and the 123s. (I believe, we were all taught to do so) But never in my playful mind have I thought that such a typical childhood task will play a gigantic role in my everyday living. When I reached high school, writing became complicated yet fulfilling. Writing movie reviews, book reviews, essays, short stories, and poems was a tough exercise of the mind. Sometimes, my creative juices got drained like that of a withered plant in a deserted place. I do not know where to begin with nor how would I be able to finish my masterpiece. In the end, I survived. Perhaps, those defining moments have awakened my senses, challenged my aspirations to take the road less traveled.
Come college, I pursued a communications-related course. Some said that the degree might not work for me given my quite laid-back personality. Others spelled high hopes on me, believing that I will be able to run the race. My heart screamed, “I want to write and this is my legacy”. The clocks ticked. I embraced writing religiously. Pens and papers became my great confidantes. I delved into the vastness of words, life-changing stories, moving pictures, ideas, vulgar opinions, and bloody hell scenarios. Truth be told, these were difficult to deal with. Then again, “What else is not difficult to understand”? I knew that something like this is worth my time and effort. I knew that this endeavor will be fruitful. And yes, it became fruitful beyond measure. You see, I was never a writer. I just love scribbling down my crazy thoughts in a piece of paper.
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