Magic

Writing, one thing I hated before.

As a kid, I always avoided holding a pen. I was one of those kids, who would rather play all day outside. I was lazy, and always saw writing as a very long boring task. At school, I would rather read and remember than put words on a paper. But of course, that wasn’t always possible. Writing is necessary.

Years passed and I still hated writing. The fact that I have the worst handwriting, made me hate it even more. It was third or fourth grade when I started to enjoy scribbling and tried drawing things I saw. I grew fond of it more and more, as days passed. One day, I drew two “stickpeople” facing each other. I stared at them for a moment, and wondered why they were so quiet. That’s when I made one said “hi” and the other one “hello. how are you?” or something like that. That was the time when somehow the writing fairy spirnkled some magic dust on me. I enjoyed how the two stickpeople talked. I started drawing and writing more conversations of stickpeople and even inanimate objects.

Things just happened magically and I loved writing short essays, poems and stories. Somehow that hate and despair, whenever I hold a pen, disappeared. I would write and write even if my sentences are weak and grammatically incorrect. I didn’t care as long as I finish the story.

High school came, and a lot of things came with it. My world grew larger. A lot of stuffs, I learned. I wrote every happy memories I experienced. But of course, it wasn’t always smiles and laughs. Sadness and anger was always present too. I remember whenever I feel sad, alone or angry, I would always try to write even if my mind was in chaos. I would write what I felt and tears would just drop on the paper. I’m not an open person and I always feel cringy whenever I tried sharing my problems and feelings to people. So, my and notebook were the only things I have during those dark days.

Now that I’m writing this, it’s funny and somehow ironic that the thing I hated before is a part of my life now. That, the thing I always avoided doing, somewhat helped passed through the struggles in my life.

One sad thing though, is that I chose a different course / major in college. But still, writing was always there. And now, I’m practicing even more to make my writing good and grammatically correct. It’s never too late to do what you love .