Becoming a writer was not one of my plans. It did not begin as a vision or any definite aspiration. It began with a small bang, almost on the spur of the moment, and it was gradually built, by a great deal of practice, skepticism, and perseverance. It is writing that transformed me not only as a student, but as a person as well.
Initially, I found it hard to write. I had difficulty in organizing ideas. I understood what was in my heart, but I could not express it very easily. I tended to be tense when I was required to write essays in school. I would have a long time staring at a blank page scared to begin.
My sentences were weak and I compared myself with those people who looked to be confident. Nevertheless, there was a feeling within me which wanted to continue trying, although this was not comfortable.
I really started developing this skill when I decided to write on a daily basis even when I was not feeling inspired.
On other days I posted brief commentaries. Other days I wrote stories, ideas or thoughts about life. I used to dedicate numerous nights to re-check my work, re-write sentences and find better words. I read what was written by others and was informed. Slowly, my writing improved.
I observed that my mind was able to focus better not only on paper but also in my head.
The more I wrote the more I knew about myself. Writing provided me with time to think. It made me speak out feelings that I could hardly utter aloud. I used to write when I was in a state of confusion. I found solace in writing when I was overwhelmed. I started to think of writing as a secure haven, a silent friend that did not judge.
This skill did not come easy to the development. I even had moments when I was fatigued and de-motivated. I would at times write hours on and just thought my work was not up to standard. I had some times when I wanted to quit and concentrate on easier things. But I kept going. It is a slow journey that is uncomfortable when it comes to growth. My patience and discipline were developed by the challenge itself. Writing also taught me to be determined when no progress was evident.
Writing transformed me over time. I felt more at ease to express my thoughts. I was taught to communicate with people better. I was able to articulate myself properly and defend my ideas. This assisted me in my relations as well. I paid more attention and made a good selection of words. Writing taught me that it is preferable to think before speaking, as well as value clarity over noise.
This ability also altered my perception of life. I have now learned to notice details. I do not miss the details of others. I gain more contemplation about experiences rather than passing by them. Writing made me know that all the good or bad things that happen to us are not in vain. It made me understand that development is usually a silent process that occurs when one is consistent, not exhilarated.
Many hours were spent on writing and the hours determined my discipline. I got to know how to manage my time. I was taught how to stick to a job till its completion. Writing required attention and in the process, I learned to be attentive. Such skill has assisted me in other aspects of my life.
A purpose is one of the significant things that writing provided me with. It also demonstrated that I am somebody who can contribute. Although my voice is so small, it is still present. Writing is something that makes me remember that expression is powerful, and sincerity is essential more than perfection.
It is not that I write to impress, but to connect.
Writing is now a part of myself. It is an ability that I am proud of and I intend on continuing to hone on. I realize that I still have a lot to learn, but that is exciting to me. Writing also transformed my life because it helped me to mold my mind, build my personality and gain a better insight on myself and my surroundings.