Writing has always been a passion of mine. You see, I’m not the most talented person out there, but i guess my tongue is good with rhymes… And letters, sentences and paragraphs. In fact, I have the urge to write like all the time, but when people ask me why, suddenly, thoughts fill up inside and I become tongue-tied. I used to answer with a statement, “I write to forget.” But no. Now I know.

Now I’ve come to realize that my answer was a lie for experience have unfolded itself between my eyes, and I became well acquainted with life.

Writing doesn’t make us forget; writing is to remember.
Writing is not a delete button for that time you were crying in December. Writing is not a trash bin for all the times you’ve cried on your way home, cold and shivered.

Writing doesn’t make us forget; writing makes permanent.
Writing is putting down life into paper, trapping your monsters inside so you’ll feel safer. Writing is locking your demons between the spaces of stringed letters, drowning them into thick ink.

Writing doesn’t make us forget; writing is building.
Writing is making your own utopia with the memories you’d like to keep, even sometimes the ones that made you weep. Writing is designing a structure, sometimes monuments that hold your best victories, sometimes tombstones that hold your worst tragedies.

But most of all, writing is individuality.
Writing is knowing you have the power to make your own reality, to empower that long-dreamed fantasy. Writing is beautiful because it considers you. It gives you a scepter in a form of a pen, and for once in your life, you have the power.