just... meI’m not as good writing in English as I wish to be, so you might find some mistakes and misspells here and there; but I want to express myself now, here.
Just a few people are going to read this, and less of the half is going to be interested. I care. My voice –sometimes timid, sometimes strong- was barely speaking. It woke up today, while I was reading a new journal of someone I don’t know.
It’s amazing when words can provide you a different atmosphere and transport you to someone else’s feelings. There I found one of the simple and yet complicated reasons why I love to write so much. To be able to wake emotions just by expressing something has now become one of my goals as an apprentice. But I guess is going to be a while before that happens.
You might be asking to yourselves why do I share this with you. And I truly don’t have an answer for that. Writing has been something like a secret, my secret.
I started a few years ago and I feel I know nothing compared to a lot of people. Not even my family knows that I enjoy writing and only a few of my closest friends have read some of my stuff.
There is so much to say and so many ways to express what we want to say, even when words are unnecessary, or when they hurt as hell (I know); but words are part of our life, even when we don’t know how to use them or in other cases we wish we could forget them.
Maybe one day I’ll share with a little piece of world what I have to say, even when is not that important, even when it might turn insignificant for those who won’t appreciate it, and even when whatever my heart wants to say could turn into nothing.
“Porque el corazón alberga tanto y es tan poco lo que ahora se comparte.”
“Porque escribiendo empiezo a conocerme y me abro a los demás, aunque eso pueda significar un arma de doble filo.”
Maybe you can tell me something about you, whoever is reading this, let me know.
And maybe then I’m going to be able to give you my thanks.
...but just in case: THANK U 4 READING. I appreciate it very much.
