After work. After dinner. After checking my e-mails. I am in my lovely little room staring at my pile of set books for my literature course. It is frightening. There is no turning back. I have to grow up and work towards my dream. The dream that haunts me every single day of my life.
If I write a word a day, am I a writer?
It doesn't really matter. I am on my path I can not go astray. I will grow up because I chose to. I am not a failure. I never really was.
I should be proud, by pride is a little vain, I try not to get consumed by vanity. But here I am using that vicious haunting word 'I'. I suppose it would be a little mad to use third person when expressing oneself.
There is hope.
I'll just sit in my little room, little universe, for a little while longer.
Ah, isn't that such a simple but glorious feeling... sitting alone in the small but lovely space you've created for yourself? Which books are you staring down for your lit course?
ReplyDeleteYou should be proud of yourself and without fear of vanity. I know you and vain isn't who you are at all.
You are a writer and I will eagerly sing that from the rooftops on your behalf, but your beautiful and honest writing speaks for itself and needs no such marketing!