Sometimes I wonder, I should just do this for a job. Pursue this career instead. Lawyering is so hard I might as well do what is easy to me- writing. I don't know why I haven't thought about becoming a writer. When the world get quiet, I often find myself in the middle of a conversation with my 16 year old self. What was she thinking then. Who told her she could defy destiny.
It took me succeeding failures to realize my talent. All I could do is write. My entire being revolves around words and interpretation. The rest are all context. I experience the world so I can write about it. Writing is where I live and breathe. What if my escape is not writing. What if all along my escape is the world. Writing is my reality, and the world is my escape. It becomes a place of distorted dreams. What if the world is just made for me to experience, not to live in it. And when life gets hard I go back home, to a place where it all makes sense. A place of comfort and solitude- writing.
All of these are thoughts. They are without proof. And I have a hard time listening to anything that does not have a form. Anything abstract is subjective and I don't trust subjective. Therefore, all of these thoughts seem superficial. I can't make life decisions based off of them. Writing to me is too easy, it might as well be too good to be true.
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