My Writing History
Ever since day one, my writing was an exaggeration of everything that rapidly passes through my mind, and when I first started writing, that meant millions of random, crazy ideas, all lacking in meaning. I used to talk at 100 miles an hour and when I got to writing I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was a mystery waiting to be unfolded, and writing became part me finding my own story - in finding my story today. Learning how to write was my life in maturing; learning how to express myself with a complete honesty was learning how to be honest with myself and understanding the world around me; the passion in my writing to make a blank piece of paper with scribbles on it to a piece of paper that glowed and made you want to read it became the passion in my own life; organization, patience in perfection, and correct word choice matured as I accelerated in becoming a leader. My first story of writing was during my first adventure to life, me being the author to both. I was a homeschooler facing my first glimpse of the real world in fourth grade. My life itself went along with my writing at the time - scattered, not thought out, and looked like its author was still very inexperienced. I had not been challenged by the daily struggles of life, and had the chance to truly find who I was yet because of it. Life was still kind of a game, and so was my writing – there was no point to challenging or looking deeper into either of them. In the fifth grade, I pulled out of school, went back to homeschooling, and started to try and find what I was passionate about – what I liked. I started to enjoy sports, working out, pushups, and above all – the feeling of competition and completing a challenge. I liked figures and the building blocks to life all measured out and designed – bringing me to enjoy Architecture and then making me believe at the time that it was what I wanted to do for a living. Everything had to be very “real” to me and I had no...
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