Growing up, it never occurred to me that I would become a writer. Looking back, I can see that the reflex was always there: Every time something happened, whenever there were events I needed to make sense of, the instinct was to sit down with a pen and a piece of paper. Writing was my coping mechanism. It helped me grasp, process, understand, and organize not just the world around, but the world within.
Over the years, it’s become something of a compulsion. Only when I’m writing do I feel totally whole, completely free. It’s the one thing that brings it all together. Doesn’t matter when or where or how. More than a mere tool or intellectual exercise, it transcends everything and gives me purpose.
And it feels completely right. Like it is what I was born to do. Nothing less. Nothing more.
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