Sometimes I am lazy. I can see an opportunity and I just let it go because I'm not in the mood to make a change. In writing at least persistence is not my greatest skill. I started my own secret novel around 9 or 10. I was building characters in an agenda and was trying to come up with a good story to tell. I was impressed about those authors and I want it back then to touch people life like they've touched mine. My novel project died after less than 2 weeks.
When I was in high-school I started to write poems, it seems again to me that I might have some talent. I was discovered soon by my younger sister and she exposed my poems to my family. It was a disaster, I guess I knew my parents will not understand my inclinations (one financial the other engineer) and I was right. It was awkward for them to have a child that writes about love in metrics. They received the news as an affront somehow to their plans for my life. I was not suppose to write mainly because in Romania you will die of hunger with this ambition. (Well things have changed lately, i do know plenty of people that live from blogging). I felt ashamed and my mind thought i my not be loved anymore because i am non-recognisable weird.
I moved to Bucharest, made my way in life and start a blog. I bought a domain www.dragostedeviata.ro (not valid anymore) and a fb page (https://www.facebook.com/dragostedeviata.ro with 3500 followers). I was writing stories, mainly about the little things that matter (like now) just in my mother's idiom. Something happen and i just stopped, this time i don't even remember why.
As you might already guessed I am here to prove myself that I'm wrong. I am lazy, nothing to argue about this I am just going to use it towards my advantage and work with it an not against it. 
I started to dig inside what is the main reason for my past failures. I mainly believe is something to do with shame. Is not easy for me to expose hidden parts of my soul and I can do it up to a safety margin. When the limit is over passed I withdraw back into myself and I am telling my soul is not worth-ed. Is a basic life coping mechanism that I am trying to break it with steemit. So I am hoping that my aha moment will make me stick around and you will hear my stories.
Well on top of this I am here for the fun and good reading. Is like news site for me on a specific topic ( the cryptostuff). So what the wind will bring me I have no idea, I just now feel more entitle to consider myself a steemit contributor :0
All good things go to end so my attention span just died. Good night lovely steemonites,
“Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to a divine purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: That we are here for the sake of other men —above all for those upon whose smile and well-being our own happiness depends, for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day, I realize how much my outer and inner life is built upon the labors of people, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received and am still receiving.” Source: https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/762976-strange-is-our-situation-here-upon-earth-each-of-us
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