Growing up, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write. I loved creative writing. I still do.
Over the years, I’ve seen my work change before my eyes. I’ve come so far. Of course, there’s so much further for me to go.
No matter what I do or don’t do in the years to come, I’ll still make writing a priority. I have no reason to rush the creative process. I can stop and smell the roses. I should enjoy this seemingly endless rollercoaster ride. I have to appreciate the highs as well as the lows.
I don’t know much. I do know that when I don’t write, I don’t feel right.
I wonder what kind of writing I’ll pursue further. Creative or professional? Something in between? Something else entirely? We’ll see.
I don’t want to regret not taking a risk, so I have to try at the very least. I don’t want to ask what if for the rest of my life.
I wish I could do everything, but I can’t. I just try to prioritize writing when possible. I don’t mind sacrificing other things. I’m even fine studying less if that means writing more. I suppose I’ve always seen myself as a writer.
Why is it so hard to change what I hate?
To become someone different but still okay.
Why do I always blame myself?
Never point the finger at anyone else.
How do I go on every day?
Without giving up, losing faith.
Is there a secret I don’t know?
Some sort of shortcut to take.
Have I ever seen a miracle?
I memorized these mirages though.
Didn’t let the past bring you down
Because you believed what’s done is done
Wasn’t worried about things to come
Knew you could conquer
Felt you had won
Put so much faith in yourself
Wouldn’t trust anyone else
Since they didn’t see
Every hit you took
They talked about being tired
Yet remained bad liars
So you wished yourself good luck
And walked away without looking back
I made memories,
and I’m not sorry.
If given the chance,
I’d do it again.
But I will cherish
those few seconds
because I found my faith
in the most unexpected place.
At the beginning
just getting started
inspiration in the air
got to kindle the fire
make the flames burn
into the winter
better than before
no intention to break
what isn’t broken
can’t see too far ahead
but I know
I’ll get where I need to go.
I’m closer to where I want to be
Not as far as before
I dream of a better time
I doubt I’ll ever stop
Proud of my progress
I have so much further to go
Still I’ve never shied away from hard work
I can’t help but think my time is coming
I’ll put the pieces together
Spread my wings and fly
Find all the ways I can enjoy life
While I cultivate my own happiness