Writing Your Heart

Writing can be fun if you loosely spell your brainstormed ideas on paper; it can be a joy if you give birth to your brainchildren with caress and love. Conversely, writing can be stressful if you think about how popular you are going to be, counting up how many readers you are going to persuade. It can be something that often ruins your morning sunshine if you pretend that you can write what others can. Writing is a part of my daily activities. I spend leisure times moving my pen on the papers, having the ink dried with any idea being born at any given time. I once wondered and was curious how some people are capable to attract dozens, even hundreds of readers to respond to their works. Sometimes I was jealous, I was. But as time goes by, maturity does as well. A word-of-wisdom whispered "stay where you are". Well, the voice has offered me how happy and peaceful of being the true thing. From that moment on, I become more understood that it is my writing I have to put on the headline of my thought, whereas being rich of audience is a bonus. You are not a writer when you write by request. Writing is not my job, it has been my activity. It has become clear that this kind of activity represents my own initiative. I must not mind that many persons turn their faces to the other page due to my lacking ability in presenting best sellers. Writing is my chariot that transports me wherever I'd like to go. It is only a chariot, not a car, a bus, a train, or a jet plane. It won't be able to give you an immediate ride to the place you want to go.