“Is it too late for me to start writing?” I asked that question multiple times. I wasn’t always a writer. My ways of coping the frustrations and triumphs in life were mostly expressed thru sketching and painting. I can go on and on for hours in it. Aside from that, I tend to get lost in my thoughts while reading a novel. But what really propelled me to write?
I decided to start writing because of the bitter memories that occupied my mind. Although painting eases the pain away, I felt that I have to get my thoughts off my mind. Now, another problem arises, I’m selectively social which resulted to a small circle of friends. Each of them lived too far and have been busy in their own affairs. You see, they’ve married already and have kids right after graduation. I didn’t relish this sort of feeling; melancholia. It’s as if I was on the verge of going insane because no one seems to listen.
One day, I sauntered my way to my room and chanced upon a stack of empty journals and gel pens on my desk. Instinctively, I opened the journal and reached for the pen. I tried to pour my heart out as if I was talking to a friend.
To answer the question I have earlier, I believe it was never too late to start writing. One can polish their skills thru constant practice. It just requires patience, imagination, and passion: loads of it.
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