In my imagination, I called myself a writer. Yes, I know I'm a self-proclaimed writer despite not being good at it. I just felt one when I noticed the readers love my post. I remember a long time ago when I was in college. My friends loved my stories and even shredded tears from them. I kept writing and writing to hear more or to see more of their reactions. It was then I began to love writing. It even came that I thought I was good at it.
One faithful day I dive into the world of the hive. I was reading my write-ups when I first started writing on hive. Alone, I laughed and felt embarrassed about how I wrote. The grammar, the uses of words, and the constructions of words were so bad. I started to feel ashamed and that was the reason I pursued writing more. I decided to read blogs like articles and stories to learn more. I even watched videos on youtube about how to learn more. Slowly, I began to love writing more even though there were so many flaws in it. I was not confident but I was determined to be good at it.
For the past 3 years writing in hive I found myself overjoyed. Not just from the money, of course, but because I just love to write and write. Sadly, that was some time ago. Reality is cruel and all of us agree for sure. What you love will not always allow you to continue doing it. Sometimes there are things you need to prioritize first, especially when it talks about surviving. Obviously, what I'm talking about is earning money to have food on the table.
I've been busy doing different things just to earn. I tried to write when I'm free during the evening but I didn't have the strength to do so. I felt exhausted, physically and mentally. We all know that for us to write well we should have a good condition so the idea in our thoughts will flow. That's why long ago when I was not busy but only writing. I went to the seashore where it was peaceful and quiet. Those are the things I thought I needed for me to gain more ideas. And those things are not possible for now because of being a tireless day most of the time. I miss writing with enthusiasts but I don't have that for now.
Upon visiting the feed, I read some content. I suddenly asked myself "how do I write?" I asked myself how because I wanted to continue writing but I don't have that feeling like before. Maybe because joining together the real world and the virtual world will not be possible. For now, I hope to be back on track in time.
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ABOUT ME
[Paul] is the name but prefers to be called mrnightmare that feels like living in the dream. A country boy and a dreamboy (dreamer) who likes to stay in a small village even though it means abandoning the future to become a seaman. The passion is writing but not sailing in the vast ocean. Don't wonder if the face will not be shown, this is better where the words can flow smoothly. Come, you can tell me your stories and I'll tell you mine. Together, let's explore the world by broadening our thoughts. If you need a shoulder I can lean you mine and I hope I can lean yours. The world is fun when living is not being alone but with someone.