My Reason To Write

I’ve been feeling a little lost lately. In a sea of tones and styles I adapt everyday to take on my career as a writer, I feel like I’ve forgotten how to sound like myself.

On a local blogging community, when I asked for help, someone said, “Think about why you started writing.”

I was 6 when my cousin walked in and said she’s going to be a journalist. I was not sure what a journalist did. I didn’t know how to pronounce it. But at that moment, I told myself ‘This is the dream’ !

Over the years, the idea of a journalist didn’t seem so appealing but I never stopped wanting to write. I failed every class in high school, I always passed English. I began writing my first book when I was 14. A cheesy love story about the girl with a dream. I still can’t believe I let my friends read it.

When I was upset, writing became my mental health specialist. It healed me in ways that people couldn’t.

When I was happy, it became my secret friend. I could pour out everything for hours and not have a care in the world about judgemental behaviour. When I was a teenager, writing was my one true best friend. If my parents didn’t understand, if my boyfriend didn’t text, if my friends were being bitchy – I could just always write about it. When I saw the man, who I believed was the love of my life, with another girl on his arm, words became the shoulder I leaned on.

It’s almost ridiculous to think I gave up. For a while there, I told myself it wasn’t for me. That I was meant for something more conventional rather than creative. But life caught up with me.

At my worst, I turned to words again. This blog became my sanctuary. The people I got to connect with. This is my world away from my world. This is where I am true to myself because social situations may fail me, but words never did.

I began writing my thoughts, troubles and tales. It was supposed to be my personal diary on a public platform.

But along the way, something changed. Something inspired me. I started hearing people tell me how they’d needed to hear what I’d written. And I felt something. It made me want to be a writer again. It reminded me about my first poem. It reminded me about something very emotional. It reminded me why I began.

And it wasn’t a lost cause. It wasn’t random or silly. I didn’t write just because I needed an outlet. I didn’t write to make memories unforgettable.

I began writing my first book when I was 14. It was a cheesy love story about the girl with a dream. She struggled. She fought her way through life. She chased her dream with all she had. And she made it. I wrote that book because I wanted to give hope to those who didn’t have it at that moment. I wanted to let people know that if you fought hard and refused to give up, you’d find your dreams, no matter what. I wanted to inspire someone to chase their dreams.

This is my reason to write.

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I began writing because I believed that words can change the world. That it can change lives.

And I wanted to prove it.

I will.

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23 thoughts on “My Reason To Write

  1. Shilpa says:

    This is just amazing!!! “Words became the shoulders I leaned on ” couldn’t move past this line for a long time. 🙂 do continue writing 😀

  2. driagoolinde says:

    Very inspirational. Don’t forget that words can also be your entertainment to take you mind off of things. May this world always be the world to help you deal with the reality.

  3. Sabina says:

    Love this! I’ve decided that writing (in some capacity) is what I want to do forever also. I want to tell stories and connect with people and show hidden truths, and that’s why I write.

  4. Brother Dave says:

    Thank you for taking the time to write. Your post gave me hope that I too can find that spark to ignite my writing once again. Yes, I have been in a lull for the past few months, but your words certainly helped me to feel better. Keep pressing forward toward the mark.

    Kind regards……

  5. JC says:

    I started blogging recently and I have been trying to find my voice as well as grow within my posts, you have inspired me. Thank you!

  6. innovativedeepak87 says:

    Book at the age of 14! That itself is inspiring. Happy to know you and whatever heights you may scale, keep thinking like its just the beginning. A much more to come. Keep writing, Looking forward to see you scaling greater heights. Even sky is not the limit. Go on and on…

  7. esoriak says:

    Hey, I found your blog accidentally in the course of pages and I adored this article ! thanks to you for sharing your experience. I’m french girl with a bad english ^^’ sorry for that, All the best 🙂

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