These past few days I haven’t been able to write. For some
reason it seem if I was in another world. Time around me goes by so quickly
that I don’t have time to breathe. It seems like if I were to run out of
breath. I run and run as I try to run away from reality and start to live life
how it suppose to be lived rather than just worried about the material things. I
just hate the fact what our world has become; having material things such as
luxury cars, clothes, phones, etc… makes us happy. Clubbing, and drinking for instance, I don't know why people do this. Seriously, drinking to have fun, what's the point of poisoning yourself to have fun? There are many ways in have fun without the need of alcohol in your system.Many may argue that I’m saying this because I don’t have a
life. Well they are wrong to claim that because I’m saying it because I’ve
lived through a certain experiences involved with clubbing and drinking.Of course that part of me is hurt and still recuperating but
I have learned a lot and gain a lot of wisdom because of it. Now, I know not to
make the same mistakes I am more aware what’s going around me. But hey,
mistakes are a natural thing no one is perfect. Mistakes are learning
experiences that we learned from and become better people.
The more time I spend on the computer the more things I have
to write. I’ve been at this for several minutes and look what I have written. I’m
a natural writer; an unknown writer that will always be hidden from the world. I
sometimes do wonder what if I enhance my writing skills and become a successful
writer? What if… the magic two words that makes me think of the possibilities
it would bring me, not much I’m sure. Just like teachers, I’m not sure that
writers get paid well. Well, I suppose it depends on what kind of writing it
is. Maybe in journalism, writing an article of the newspaper, or maybe writing
an article in a magazine whatever the case maybe it would be nice writing on
something that I actually like writing about rather than formal writing (essays,
research papers, etc.). I should have seen this coming, I’ve always enjoyed
writing it started with a simple diary in 5th grade then move to
short stories in middle and high school then transition into blogging and now I’m
actually thinking in writing short articles.
Strange huh? Now I want to become a writer even though my
grammatical errors prevent it from happening but yet wondering what would it be
like? I’m a confused person as you may have notice, I want to do a lot in my
life. I want to be a teacher, a mentor, a writer, a photographer, a counselor,
activist, etc. What else will I come up with? At this point of my life, I don’t
know what to do I have so many options to choose from. I realize that I spent of my college career wasting my
time to “fit in” when I was born to stand out and be myself. I spent 5 years
just trying to fit in rather than finding myself. And I think I finally found
myself… and it’s thanks to people I call my friends.
Now what?
