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Why I write


My reason behind joining this platform was simply to find ideas, and I’m sure this is partly due to the fact that it’s the very subtitle of this platform. 😬 But I assure you, if you were in my place, you’d believe me. I’m a 20-year-old and I’ve been hooked on to this habit of writing longer than anything else. On one hand, I don’t want to corrupt this habit by pressuring myself to write (you know, if I were to be a writer or something) but on the other hand, I want to share my thoughts with people because nothing makes me happier than when people come to me and tell me that they connect with my stories/thoughts/feelings. It makes me feel like I’m a part of a community- this intangible community of people who find themselves at their weakest quite often and tend to write about what they feel during those times.

Anyway, joining this platform was perhaps the first step towards something great- I can feel it. Although I sometimes wish one could pay me for doing it. (Lately, I’ve been getting the urge to start earning money. Perhaps that has something to do with turning 21 soon. If so, I don’t like 21.) In the long run, I just want to write for myself- journaling my thoughts, experiences, and feelings as I walk through life. I’ve realised that more often than not, the things we feel, thinking that we’re the only ones who feel them, are often the same feelings that are the most widespread among humans. If I can affect even one person’s life with what I write, I would like to think I’ve achieved at least something in life, and that is why I wish to write.

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