Why do I write?
Hmmm...I don't know either.
It just came into my heart and soul that I want to play with words, to flow with the verses, and to dive into imagination and creation. It's as if it struck me the moment I realize who I am in my life. Then suddenly, I woke up from reality, where reality is meant to be overcome and played wisely. No rules, no boundaries, just me.
Now, how did it happen to me?
The answer is yet to be discovered.
I started writing some stories with a small notebook. It started with unclear plots, characters, and questionable endings. That's the way how I liked it as a beginner, no stopping me from creating multiple stories. Back in that years was having a playful mind as a kid, no regrets, no wrong turns. As a kid, all I know was to do what I want to do. So I did the best I could.....to write endlessly.
As I grew older, I realized that I also have some mistakes in playing with stories and poetry. I have problems in "grammars", especially in English, and I also have "consistency error", like having the whole concept of your characters and most importantly, the procrastination of updating novels. But I'm currently working on it. "Grammar" is not really my concern for now, but my ability to "brainstorm" ideas as fast as I could, so yeah.
As for me, it's just hard to get moving when I have loads to do in my personal life and also with my school life.
So back in the days of junior high(first year), I find it having the urge to critique the works of my friend, who's also a writer, because I feel envious of her. She got tons of ideas than me, she have more determined personality and she doesn't stop writing whenever something comes into her mind. While me on the other side was a coward. I often find it difficult to publish something because I'm afraid someone will say bad things to my skills. So I keep on changing plots, titles, characters or ending up in the option of deleting the story and moving on to another story. That's how it was.
But I know that I can't be like this forever. "Change is constant" and I know how to deal with this now. I will end what I've started, because that is how life works.
Time is really a wonderful thing to define me. Through out the years, I learned so much about myself. It brings out the best of me. It teaches me how to write over the years. It tells me to keep forward and discover the things in life. It is the point in my life where I slowly realize why I write. Sure thing, I write to express my feelings but the truth is that's not all what it means to be a writer. A writer means a person who turn emotions into words, into verses, into poetry. A writer discovers and seek that is not visible in the naked eye. A writer is neither a friend nor a foe of his/her imagination, but rather a warrior who challenges his/her self to make the impossible into possible, this is creativity. I, myself did not choose to be a writer, but rather writing chooses me to ignite this dream.
Writing became my soul. Words are in my heart.
Creativity chooses me. It runs in my blood.