writing

When I think back to everything that's made me who I am: the people I love, the things I’ve experienced, the heartbreak I’ve felt, the happiness I’ve held onto, the songs that have resonated with me, the books that I couldn't put down; the one thing that I know will always be defining of who I am, and something that I will always have a passionate fire deep down for is writing. When I think back to the first time that I felt a soulful satisfaction when pen met paper in a moment of enraptured artistry, I knew that I was born to write. I would sit in my room on Banner road in middle school, unsure of who I even was, beginning to feel emotions that I didn't even know existed and expressing them on paper. I’ve always thought that words are the most powerful tool that any human can acquire. A person can have everything stripped away from them, except for knowledge and your true passion. Having that outlet to write and express myself built an entire solar system of stars within my mind that is constantly vibrating and pulsating just waiting to be expelled onto a piece of paper or spoken into existence. There is nothing I love more than communicating. It is the one aspect of life that connects all of us on a deeper level. Our consciousness and awareness craves the human connection that we desperately need. I think that it is so beautiful that fragments of people and places and moments can be left behind and scattered like dust by writing, so that nothing is ever really forgotten. There is nothing more powerful than a story. I’ve sat through creative writing and creative nonfiction writing courses and hours of conversations with my parents and grandparents in complete awe of the stories that people have been able to put into words. These people would've otherwise never been understood, but through writing they are able to unite an entire of buzz of energy coming from the rest of mankind and their shared experiences. I would not be who i am without my 2 a.m. writing bouts when sticky notes are filled with the most random thoughts and found at a time of clarity. I would not be who i am without the 14-year-old me sitting alone in a dark room with Vampire Weekend blasting in my ears as I wrote fervently, and then running to read what I had written to my mom.
I hope that I never forget that writing is my true love; the one thing that excites me to no end. Even when I’m a stressed-out mother or extremely busy adult with a career and a life, I have to hold onto this.
Never forget or ignore the one thing that makes your heart feel like it has been fed.