I’m writing this post from my phone, so excuse any weird typos….
I’m not the bravest of people. I think at times my stubbornness is confused with courage. I often get very afraid of the things people say I shouldn’t think about. I worry about getting married or not being able to have children. I worry about failing to fulfill my purpose on earth and leaving those I love feeling unloved. My mind is often occupied by these thoughts, or at my attempt to drive out these thoughts. A futile attempt that I continue to practice religiously everyday. My mind becomes a haze, and I feel isolated. Alone on my island of thoughts and fears.
So when my mentor asked why I love writing, I told him that it helps me create space in my mind. It allows me to confront my fears, while I get acquainted with my past, present and future. Writing creates a bridge between the island that is my mind and the rest of the world. For me, words are the expression of my pain, my happiness, my love, and my loneliness. It’s like dancing on a page. Each word an interpretation of what I have gone through or yet to experience.
I have been writing everyday for over 10 years (homework excluded *smiles*). And it was only when I tried to stop, that I realized that I was born to do this… I was born to express the secrets of the soul through words. This is my purpose in the world. And even if I am not the best, I will continue to do it in the belief it will help and/or motivate another to live out their destiny.