The cause of my writing

Since I tried to write my first essay in school and I read my first book (without images at all), I was dreaming about myself as the name author on the front page of many books, just that I could have imagine the main idea of story that could be lost inside white pages turning into words with general meaning and get you deep in another world from time to time.

I grew up, tried to write short stories, sometimes even tried with poems (for which I am still shy to even show to other people) that have got even some comments, either of approval and less frequently of disapproval (could say I was lucky or the people reading them were trying to be less mean?). But those were only in my first language, which is not English

It has been almost a month (well, and some days in addition) since I decided to entered the blogging world, in an attempt to write in another language than my first one. For someone coming from a country with no latin characters in its alphabet could be quite tough, especially when this “somebody” tries to express himself with more than the basic words and phrases (think so).

But it is not only the belief that I could survive in the blogging english writing (and mostly speaking) world but also hunger for expression to a wider angle of this world, not only within the limits of my community, my city or my country. I spend a year in another country, with a daily life way different from the one I used to have. And when I returned, me, myself and I were also changed from the experience that we got. So, without more babbling in that, getting more experience and probably feedback, which is welcome at any time, might straighten my mental road than it is still with flip and flops, turnings and uneven grounds.

So, in conclusion, I write because… it can keep myself healthy inside, gather my thoughts from the chaos of daily routine or even procrastination in an order. Writing has led me to my  Transformation besides my downfalls as a person, as a personality in the total.

When nothing could enter without my permission in my mind palace, I could just focus to the words, a story, sentence with a proper or even insane meaning that only can be translated in my head. From a common image in a trip with the bus to a movie about a creatures that have also existed in the human mind… or maybe not?

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