This blog, I would have to say, is for my future family. Some lessons I have learnt that I would like to share.
The beginning of many educated years - Pre School - My little, five-year-old hands, somehow typed up stories upon narratives, after poems.
In third grade I wanted nothing more than to be a scientist.
By the time I stumbled upon grade five, there was an irresistible urge to discover the realness of the Loch Ness Monster. A Mythological creature I was inspired to be in the presence of.
Seventh grade slowly approached as politics became a career pathway, developing immensely in my desires.
Two years later, I wanted to design the most admirable, well-respected hotel & restaurant in the country.
Eventually, year eleven came around. Forcibly having to decide what career pathway I was to take. I battled between screenwriting and becoming a successful barrister.
I am now in year twelve. My final semester before my journey into adulthood. I finally found a pathway that I think will be beneficial and inspiring for me.
Coming to terms with the realisation that I may or may not always concrete myself in the field of creative writing.
That is OKAY.
I can't express to you enough how many friendships were evolved, controlled and some in which I no longer behold. It was a world of madness and frustration. It drove me to constructions and then destruction.
It moulded my every actions, every idea, every response that is perceived today.
I went through stages where I barely recognised who I was. My sanity, purity and innocence. There were many days where I had foreseen a failed future for myself. Off that I strived to endure life and become someone better than a devil child.
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