Journey

Starting it All Off

So I have always been a huge fan of exploring new places, seeing different cultures and just trying new things. I loved being adventurous. I climbed things that weren't made to be climbed. I created silly things out of nothing. I took my own paths and shared my views. But it hasn't always been like this. I didn't always know how to open up and just have fun. I didn't know how to be a kid and not focus on the bigger things in life. I was a depressed and close in child who solved her own problems before anyone could even try and interfere. I didn't like the thought of being in center of attention, because although I was giving up on life, and was just seconds away from ending it all, I always managed to smile. I knew that not everyone in this world can find that speck of light in the dark, mysterious tunnel called life so I stayed quiet. I wasn't a child who complained. I didn't beg for new things. I didn't care about the other kids. I didn't ask for the new things that came out in shops. I never put myself before others, because I know not many people would do it for me for a reason. I saw myself as less important and not worthy of anyone elses time and attention. But I still had dreams. I still found silly reasons to smile. Even with my suicidal thoughts, I was a very happy looking kid in public. My parents never saw anything wrong with me, because I didn't let them know. Coming into a country without knowing the language was already stressful enough for them, I didn't want to be another problem on their list.

When I was younger, the one job I really wanted was a public speaker. I always visualised myself talking infront of people. Then that confidence just drifted away from me, until it was completely out of sight. I thought that maybe that wasn't quite for me. So I settled on becoming an author. I wrote stories and poems, I went to competitions and managed to get placed or get very high marks pretty much each time I went. I always told people stories and I could read books for hours a day. I was able to float away in this huge bubble of thoughts and ideas for what I thought could be my future books and stories. I still write till this day, even though my future career plan has changed. Now I just focus more on motivational stories. I get messages from people asking for advice or asking about my stories and about what motivates me. When I first got that question, I was lost. I sat with my phone in my hand and froze. What did motivate me? What caused me to write these? Was it my own past? Or maybe someone elses? Was I writing for my own satisfaction? Or was it to motivate others? The last option stuck with me most. I loved seeing others happy because of my spoken words or completed actions. It was the reason I continued writing & sharing my creations. That is what motivates me most; other people's joy.

I wouldn't consider this a talent whatsoever. It's a hobby and one of my favourite things to do. So I decided to share some of the many stories I created in the past. Whether they're about me, about someone I know or about a fictional character. Each story was made with a purpose, and in most cases, a deeper meaning for those who dare to explore.