'Coming Out'
I love writing, that’s what I do when I’m happy, sad, (insert every other kind of emotions). Really, any feelings at all. I like to see my soul in words. However, my insecurities have always reminded myself that I’ll never be good enough, ‘Your english is not that good’,’You don’t read enough anyways’, ‘Don’t act like you know things’, but I’m ‘coming out’ today! It’s so scary yet it makes me so happy. Life is too short to not be yourself and flaunt every inch of who you are since no one really cares but you.
I love writing cards, letters, structured text messages or random notes. The note in my phone is full of conversations that I have with myself. Short stories that I never finish because I’d convince myself it’s not a good idea to waste time on. I was criticised for being too emotional, over-thinking and immature (mainly by myself), and it got to me, so I ran away and locked myself in a tower of self-deprecation. I scribbled all over the walls, thinking it would be enough that I know what I think or feel. But, it’s not enough. I want to be seen, I want to be read.
I feel the
need to write this particular page, to caution my readers not to expect perfect
grammar or exceptional prose. There’s a certain fear of judgement to extract out
my mind and heart, categorise and interpret the thoughts and feelings that come
with it, then put it out on display hoping everyone would call it ‘art’. I know
that not everyone would like my writing, but that’s okay. I’m taking the first
step, this is progress, I need to know how far I can go. I’m doing this for me.
Hopefully I will always remember that.
‘It’s easier to go after your dreams, than
exhaust yourself from running away’.
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