found via We Heart It
Every time people asks me, of what I truly want to be, I
tend to shrug the question off, and using the excuse of not entirely knowing
what I really want to be. I mean, I am twenty two and I have a lot of
insecurities, rather than to sit down and think about what I really want to be
thoroughly. Sure, all of us use to tell our teachers in elementary school that
we want to be doctors or astronauts when we all grow up. Well, childhood is all
about having ambitions and stuffs, acting all optimistic about life—thinking that
everything is about sunshine and rainbow, and fucking unicorns flying around,
shitting rainbow poops.
But life is not all about that wonderful shit, and that is
what growing up from childhood is all about. Your childhood gets corrupted by
ideas and realities, and in certain ways, you just lose all these beautiful ideas
you have.
What I really want to be is a writer and good God; I really
want to be a writer. I want to let my imaginations flow into words on pages. I want
people to read the words from me, to feel my emotions and my ideas. I want to
change lives; I want to implant ideas and inspirations into minds. Those are
what I really want to do. I want to feel free to live on my imagination; I want
to feel free to use my words on pages to speak what is on my mind. I want to
write, and let people know that those words they are reading are mine, all
mine.
No one understands how I really feel when I am writing. I
don’t see writing as a waste of time; in fact, I see it as a way to express
myself better. I suck when I speak, I don’t tell what is on my mind when I am
using verbal words. I express very well when I am writing. My words flow
fluently when I am writing. I could let my emotions run with everything when I
am writing. That is how I see writing, I see it as almost everything I do,
everything I speak, and everything I feel.
I want to be a writer. God, I really want to be a writer. I
need my current work, but I will make sure that I will continue to write. I
will write a book. Just wait and see, you’ll find a book with my name as the
author on its cover one day.