Gosh, there is so much that I had wanted to write today that it feels like if I chose one idea over the other, then the neglected idea will never get the same attention again. Do you feel me?
Writing.
That one word is so incredible. I'm not sure what I would do if I couldn't write. It's funny, but it's become almost a life force for me. My fingers are constantly itching for when I can get home and simply spend hours typing away on my computer. Which also allows the dawning realization that, against my will, I have developed an addiction in my teenage years.
It's been said many times that writing is a way for introverts to express themselves without having to deal with people. There's a part of me that wishes I did not live up to that, but it's unfortunately become kind of my moto for the past five years. The safety of hiding yourself behind words that you will never see responses to is so exciting that it's almost blinding.
Never let anyone tell you not to write, write less, or not to pursue it as a career. You write ahead young authors. You show the world the creativity that is the human mind, and you do it in the most complex, and artful form. You show emotions through ingenious arrangement of letters and signs, you inspire the world with creative planets, people, and ideas that are too far fetched to mention in person. Most of all remember that the Hobbit was a product of procrastination.
With Love,
Gwen
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