Chasing peace
I take it way too seriously, every creative thing I want to do. I see the stories online of people my age who started doing anything and blew up with it. Their whole lives changed in an instant.
I don’t want to be a writer, I just want to write
I’m scared of failing. Scared of succeeding. I’m scared of any result that might come out of me doing something. So, I just freeze. It’s awful.
This scares the shit out of me
Like most people I have a lot of desires and ambitions. I want to be and do things. All kinds of things. It used to surprise me to see how many things I wanted to be in this life. It seemed like too much for 80-some odd years.
Connectie en verbinding, baby
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The start, the pain and the hope
I’ve wanted to become a writer forever. I can’t pinpoint exactly where it started, but I’ve always written all kinds of things; lists, stories, poems, travel journals. I used to love to read as a kid. My parents would always find me curled up in a corner with a book or a magazine. I just love stories.
The dream in pink
One time I dreamt I had hot pink shorts on, along with a plain white crewneck T-shirt. For some reason I didn’t like the outfit. Which is weird because it was my dream, so I must’ve chosen the outfit in the first place. But I felt self-conscious in it. Luckily, I happened to come by a secondhand store that looked really good.
Starting anyway
When I was about 14 I started writing my first book. Or at least, I made a feeble attempt at it. I downloaded an app and scoured the internet for a good cover photo. Which definitely wasn’t mine. I then thought up a topic and started writing the first chapter. No outline, no characters, no plot.
Being creative in a succesful world
I don’t remember what I was like when I was a kid. When all I could be was myself. It’s on my mind often, what would I be like if I never learned how I ‘should’ be? What if my creative self was nourished throughout my life, instead of my performative self. What if I was thought to make instead of succeed?