In 2012, I made a Wattpad account. I loved writing, it was so fun for the 6th grade me. Over time, however, I got writer's block, and I got on here less. I grew older, and I forgot about Wattpad as I focused on school. I would think about it now and then, but the older I grew, the more "realistic" I became, thinking that I needed to focus more on "real world" things, such as getting good grades to get into a good university. To get a well-paying job from such a university. Writing other than for classes disappeared from my life.
Then, I did it. I got into a good university, I even got on the Dean's list. However, more and more, I was unsure of what major to choose. I wanted to do accounting, but then I kept hearing how a lot of people hated their jobs. Yes, it paid really well, but did I really want to give up happiness for that? "Yolo". You Only Live Once. Did I want to live an unhappy life? Was I sure I was going to want to do accounting? Go through the exams to get higher pay, go through more and more schooling, just for a job I may not even be happy with?
I didn't want that. Deep down, I knew that. So, I took classes for different options of jobs I could get, see if I would like art or other classes instead. I took a creative writing class. Then, it hit me. I got the urge to start writing again. Why? I learned about the Creativity Crisis in my writing class. I related to it so strongly. Giving up what we are passionate about, losing creativity, because we just need to get good grades to get a stable income, well-paying job. Dance? Sing? Write? You have to actually be good for that if you want a well-paying job, and most parents I knew would rather have a successful kid, not one "chasing after their dreams with little chance of succeeding and getting stable income from it". I related to the Creativity Crisis so much, every time people would ask what I wanted to be, I never felt passionate about anything, so I didn't know what to say. All I wanted was to have a job that paid well. I lost all the passions I once had.
All but one. Reading and writing. The one thing that could flip my mood instantly, the one thing that was my escape from reality, the one thing I loved the most, reading stories. Getting back on Wattpad has always been in the back of my mind, I would try to get back on and write another chapter for one of my old books, but I would get off and never get back on for months or years every time.
Now, in 2020, 8 years after I created this account, I am back. And I am ready to write once again.
