About me !!!
Creative person. Coffee addicted. Forward thinking.
I Love What I Do
Everyone, it is safe to say, has a talent. Some can artistically draw reality on a piece of paper, while others can produce music from the tips of their fingers once they pick up an instrument. For the longest time, I had come to believe I did not possess a talent to compare myself to when I encountered gifted strangers or friends. All I really knew how to do was admire the beauty of other people’s works and pity myself for not being able to do something I was merely not gifted to do. But who knew I was one book away from an epiphany? The summer before my freshman year of high school, we were required to read The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. Much to my surprise, I had enjoyed reading the book, never wanting to put it down once I had picked it up. It was then when I realized how much I really did love reading which should not have been as surprising to me as it was, seeing as I had managed to finish all seven of the Harry Potter books in less than two days.
Reading as a fond hobby of mine; little did I know that I would branch out from it soon enough. My memory does not serve me well enough to recollect how exactly I began writing. All I remember is opening up a Microsoft Word document, building a character, coming up with a plot, and simply going along with it. I was thirteen at the time, and I know for a fact that whatever stories I had made up, most likely did not have the correct punctuation or grammar etiquettes a proper book requires, but I remember not caring. When I wrote, I wrote freely without any dread of someone reading it and chiding me on my immature plotlines or dialogue. I wrote because I had finally found something I knew I could excel at. Thanks to my write for delight attitude, I was not afraid to post my adolescent writing on the Internet, where people would be able to read and comment on it. Granted, writing had at that point become a daily notion for me, but letting other people strangers read it and leave feedback on my works had brought my nerves to skin as I silently prayed that not everyone found my writing juvenile. But all it took was that first comment from a perfect stranger, a comment that read nothing more than “Good start! I like it!” that gave me the boost to continue with what I was doing. Almost four years ago, I had began writing, and to this day, I believe that it is one of my strong suits.
When I had taken a Creative Expressions class in my junior year, I realized my love for writing can be taken to a whole new approach, where I can express my thoughts on almost everything in the most inventive of ways. Thanks to my teacher, who had pushed me past the line of reality and crossed me into a side of writing I had never experienced, I was able to broaden my horizon when it came to writing stories or even a passage on a painting I saw or song I had listened to. For a while, I had just figured that writing was just a hobby for me—something to do to past time when I wasn’t busy. Nevertheless, the more time I spent typing away on my laptop about my latest character’s life or about a Van Gogh painting, I found more bliss in doing that than anything else. It gave me something to genuinely look forward to when I came home from school, and so it was hard to separate me from my reality and the ones I had fashioned online. Reading had only been a hobby, while writing had swiftly become a lifestyle.