People has asked me before why I didn't get into writing. I never really thought my writing was that good, honestly. But I always told people I lacked the endurance. I give up on projects, or simply get bored with it. A friend stumbled upon my blog only a few months ago, and after talking about it for awhile, he said "I think that someday, if you got a really good idea and the right inspiration, you could write something brilliant." My friend gave me the courage to believe what I write isn't just crap. Maybe even to dare show my non-blog-writing, in public, some day.
I think I just realized what the right story for me to write, is. I think the inspiration has been in front of me for a year, without me understanding it. This whole selfdiscovery thing I've been doing? This test of who I really am? This story will be my final exam.
The story of what was. I only just realized it now that it's truly finished; Writing it down, telling the story of young stupidity, hopeless dreams, heartaches threatening to rip one apart born from love of unknown strength, might be the perfect way of reviewing how I ended up having to check myself at the seams in the first place.
Scrutinize my mistakes, maybe even end up forgiving his. But most important of all; Learn. Maybe, some day, if I ever finish a massive project like that, it could help someone else.
So thank you, Geo, for opening my eyes to this. It may seem small to you, but to me, it was something I needed to hear. You'll be in the dedications ;-)
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