I’ve been
working on my book a lot lately. Trying
to, anyway, in between actually working and attempting a social life. I’ve been rummaging through memories in my
head. Remembering moments I have
forgotten and missed, and some I have forgotten and longed never to encounter
again. But if I’m going to show people
my life, I have to show them all of the most important parts that have helped
make me who I am today.
It’s unfortunate to have
experienced certain levels of hurt. To
know you were once in a place so dark, no light seemed possible. There was a time when I couldn’t understand
why I was given this life, even with all the beauty around me. I couldn’t see the changes I was making being
who I was, because I was too consumed with fighting it. But I am a beautiful
person with a purpose or two in this world, and while I would like to forget
these moments, I know they would be better remembered to help others through
their own.
Writing is a bit of a struggle
sometimes. One minute I’m hitting roadblocks
around every corner, trying to find the right words to capture my readers; the
next, I feel like I don’t have enough time to get a thought written down before
it escapes me. Or I’ll be right in the
middle of one thought, when I have to write myself a note on another before I
forget it. It’s a huge undertaking, to
write your life out for the world to see.
But I’m learning a lot about myself in the process. And if I can help at least one person to
accept themself and be proud of who they are, then it’s all worth it.
No comments:
Post a Comment