Most of my characters are based on real-life individuals who has their own quirks and struggles in life that I had to write them out in a story. That was my first purpose why I write before; to create stories for those people I've met and know enough to write a profile on them. In addition, I'm fond of books.
But then there goes the lightbulb in my head. Somewhere in my mind, something just clicks, switches into motion that brought me to become an aspiring writer.
From the very beginning of my self-consciousness, I've longed for a sense of belonging, not from people, but literally, from a place. I couldn't find my place. I don't seem to belong anywhere. So, technically, I created a world of my own- with words to make it happen.
It may be silly or delusional of me to be making a world of my own simply with words-no, the idea itself is ridiculous. But, hear me out.
I said that I'm an aspiring writer, but I don't entirely love doing it in all honesty. True, I find it fun and exciting, but most of the time, I feel myself plunging into the depths of the unknown, trying to find myself in all the lost things. I'm frustrated dealing with the process, yet I'm still doing it. Why? Because that was the way for me to find myself.
Don't you think, that the question, "Why do I write?" is not too far with, "What's my purpose in life?"?
I don't know my purpose yet. What's worse, I don't exactly know what I wanted to do with my life. But everybody has to start somewhere. And writing is where I begin that personal voyage.
Writing is my journey. I hoped it to be a meaningful adventure despite the inconveniences and troubles it may take me- before I come into conclusion to where I really belong.
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