'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir

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I look around and ask,
How did the pure intention to write and tell stories for no one get replaced by pressure, Doubt, and Deadlines?

How did the once weightless gift within me begin to feel like a dragged curse?
It's like this thing we refer to as talent, gift, or art is a fierce warrior who uses our mental health as their chariot.

As the soldier whips the chariot to keep going, so those my art whips me.

This is the part where I return to when it was only about the writing. I have to return to the innocence I began this journey with—Before I got lost in my vast dream.

When I was Israel, When I was for all, When I was fourteen.