Ever since I can remember I enjoyed stories. Whether they were being read to me or made up by myself. It is a miracle really. Stories give you the possibility to escape into another dimension and explore colourful world of sheer imagination. My liking of writing started in primary school when I would always get the best marks on my stories and they would be read in class. It was a good feeling to see people ooh and aah about them and get compliments on them by teachers. It made up for my terrible insufficiency of everything related to Maths. Logic has never been my thing. I have always been too imaginative, too irrational and too chaotic for our society. People often told me to “get real” whereas I never understood why I should. Wasn’t I okay the way I was? Wasn’t it okay to spend hours in your room making up stories in your head and writing them down later? My parents always told me I should get friends, start living and stop wasting my time with things which were little help for my future (My dad was an expert in that area).
So I dared baby shambles into what people called average life and it was horrible! Drama seemed to be the first and foremost topic of everyones teenage years. They were involved in every area of life from family, crushes and friendships to school.. There was also a certain level of frustration with my popular friends who were constantly told by people they shouldn’t hang out with “that weirdo” - me. It was quite hard to fit in until I discovered myself being interested in fashion and psycohlogy and learned how to act and get rid of my weirdo state. Not being enough is really a miserable feeling and most of us have felt it more than once in their life. Unfortunately when you’re young you try your best to bend and shape for people in order to be “liked” and more “popular”. I had put aside my books and pen for awhile and started to “live” as my Dad would describe the day to day torture of trying to fit in, get good grades and be constantly criticized by society of not being what they want you to be and especially stop talking with such big words no-one understands because apparantly "nobody including guys likes that".
Well as the years have passed I grew up to be an 18 year old who has not only improved in looks but also in self worth. I started to read a lot of inspirational books aside from classics and fueled my brain with the messages my childhood and teenage years have missed including - “It is okay to be yourself”. I found back to my natural interests and after having almost overcome all the wrong beliefs in my conscience (my sub conscience still has a lot to learn). Time after time I regained my until then quite subtle passion for writing. As a story started to build up in my head after having a quite vivid dream (at the risk of sounding like Stephenie Meyer) I decided to write a book. A book which would be not only a project but a way of finding back to my love for writing and prove myself that I can accomplish something big with the help of my passion. Maybe I just want to prove everyone wrong, I don’t know. But I decided that I want to become a writer. Not for my Dad, my Mum, my English Teacher but for myself in order to prove to myself that I can be whatever I want to be. And I promised myself that I will never let anyone tell me what I can and can't do, or should and shouldn't be. Being 20 now I still have most of my life ahead of and in the now, in this very moment lie all the possibilities and opportunities in order to live the life the way and only the way I want it to be.
What I want to say with that is, no matter what it is, If it’s writing, art, music, photography or anything else of which people say you won’t make a fortune with – go for it! Don’t let other people discourage you and don't let them write your life because if it’s your path, your talent, your passion, you can’t possibly go wrong. Write your own story the way you want to and please make mistakes. You may not be able to rewrite that chapter later on, but it will make the storyline so much more pleasant to read.
xo Cory
