Why do I write?
It's 7:40 P.M. right now and I have some free time on my hands, even though this is a Sunday night. I'm beginning to think why do I like to write? What fuels it? What inspires me?
Well of course there are so many answers, but first, you would need to know more about who I am and what I am truly like.
I moved here about 2 going on 3 years ago. I was in one of those towns that had dominate "ethnic backgrounds". By all means please don't think I'm bias, because I am far from it, but at times it felt like I shouldn't express myself openly. As a consequence, I turned to writing......
Then, when my family and I moved here, I had to deal with my last of my three first dogs ever, having to be put to sleep. I was there when he began to convulse, and I was the one who lifted 80 pounds of him to put him in my mom's jeep. A death of a pet, of a family member, pushed me even further. I understand that some people don't like cats, dogs, both, or any kind of animal, but imagine if you lost a family member........
Soon after, I was tested once again. My grandfather passed away right before Halloween that year. Believe me, I wasn't depressed then, and I am not depressed now. But, my grandfather was the one who always helped me with things I didn't understand; whether it was about life in general or school. When he passed away, I couldn't cry, and I didn't. Well, I did eventually, and now I still really haven't let go. His memory is still with me and I still love to write, because he enjoyed it. I guess that's also why I try so hard for school as well. Since he helped me so much with school, I want to keep my grades up, and do the best that I can, as a way to make him happy. It's also for myself though, because I know what happens now, will reflect what happens in my future, and I want to keep my future bright.
I guess you can almost say after all of that, I changed. It wasn't exactly good or bad. I got a lot more reserved, and I didn't want to talk to anyone. When I first moved here I was the same way and I didn't want to talk much. 9th grade was tough for me, and I began writing poetry as a way to make myself feel better. It's worked a lot and now I made a 180 degree turn. I've gotten a lot more open with people and I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind. On top of everything, I am still a writer, and I still get inspired, but by more positive things instead of the negative. I'm glad I moved, and I'm glad that I have changed myself, because if I didn't I would probably be a loner.
What kind of person am I now?
Just a normal person, who just happened to hit a tough spot in this huge adventure! I would rather write, so I can keep it alive in my mine.
Well of course there are so many answers, but first, you would need to know more about who I am and what I am truly like.
I moved here about 2 going on 3 years ago. I was in one of those towns that had dominate "ethnic backgrounds". By all means please don't think I'm bias, because I am far from it, but at times it felt like I shouldn't express myself openly. As a consequence, I turned to writing......
Then, when my family and I moved here, I had to deal with my last of my three first dogs ever, having to be put to sleep. I was there when he began to convulse, and I was the one who lifted 80 pounds of him to put him in my mom's jeep. A death of a pet, of a family member, pushed me even further. I understand that some people don't like cats, dogs, both, or any kind of animal, but imagine if you lost a family member........
Soon after, I was tested once again. My grandfather passed away right before Halloween that year. Believe me, I wasn't depressed then, and I am not depressed now. But, my grandfather was the one who always helped me with things I didn't understand; whether it was about life in general or school. When he passed away, I couldn't cry, and I didn't. Well, I did eventually, and now I still really haven't let go. His memory is still with me and I still love to write, because he enjoyed it. I guess that's also why I try so hard for school as well. Since he helped me so much with school, I want to keep my grades up, and do the best that I can, as a way to make him happy. It's also for myself though, because I know what happens now, will reflect what happens in my future, and I want to keep my future bright.
I guess you can almost say after all of that, I changed. It wasn't exactly good or bad. I got a lot more reserved, and I didn't want to talk to anyone. When I first moved here I was the same way and I didn't want to talk much. 9th grade was tough for me, and I began writing poetry as a way to make myself feel better. It's worked a lot and now I made a 180 degree turn. I've gotten a lot more open with people and I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind. On top of everything, I am still a writer, and I still get inspired, but by more positive things instead of the negative. I'm glad I moved, and I'm glad that I have changed myself, because if I didn't I would probably be a loner.
What kind of person am I now?
Just a normal person, who just happened to hit a tough spot in this huge adventure! I would rather write, so I can keep it alive in my mine.
posted by TR5Leann at
7:49 PM
1 Comments:
You have really hit on some of the reasons why a lot of people write... to release feelings of one kind or another. I kept an active journal when my father was dying and wrote a lot this past summer when I lost my 19-year-old kitty. It really helps to put things in perspective and to release the emotion. And when you go back and read your writings later, it brings new insights to your life.
I hope you never throw out the things you have written while you're young. You will really appreciate them even more as you age, believe me!
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