I write to express my present. In a world where time slips through our fingers, writing brings me to the present. It is my way of capturing the essence of who I am at this very moment, my thoughts, my emotions, and my experiences. Each word I pen is a reflection of my soul, a declaration that I am here, alive, and feeling everything with intensity.
I write to show who I am. In a world filled with noise and expectations, writing becomes my voice. It is where I lay bare my vulnerabilities, my dreams, and my truths without fear of judgment. Through words, I reveal the layers of my identity that often remain hidden in conversations. Writing allows me to share my authentic self with the world, unfiltered and unapologetic.
I write to feel the drift, the beautiful, uncharted flow of thoughts and ideas. There’s something magical about letting words take their own course, guiding me to places I didn’t know existed within me. In those moments, writing becomes more than an act; it becomes an adventure, a journey into the depths of my own consciousness.
And above all, I write to leave a mark. I want my words to live beyond me, to stand as a testament to my existence. I want to store these pieces of myself in history, so that one day, my words will speak for me. They will tell the story of who I was, what I felt, and how I lived. Through writing, I hope to be remembered,not just for the life I lived but for the emotions I share and what I chose to preserve.
Writing, for me, is not just an act of expression. It is my pride. It is how I immortalize the present, honor my identity, and leave behind a part of my soul for the future.
I have not reached there yet but will definitely. One day! One day I will!
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