A path once forgotten

Writing used to be my passion. I did it every day just because I wanted to. I would describe things that forced people to feel and experience. However, I have lost that path somewhere among the twists of life and the people it puts in our way.

I want it back.

I want to sit down and write the things I have felt, experienced, and dreamed of. I can't. I start to write "just because" and all I do is critique myself that the things I think and feel are not good enough to share with the world. I have not written a short story for almost ten years. I am only 24.

Since I haven't been writing I have taken up a greater liking for reading. I love to read. I love the smell of used book pages that have been turned by many before me, each enjoying every word they take in.

I have been through many things in my life, most of them painful, someday I want to write and share them with the world. Wish me luck on finding my lost path in writing.

Good luck to everyone this term.