The thing about writing is that I’ve never really thought about how much writing has helped me, that is until tonight. As I write this post, I just can’t help but see how much being a writer has broadened the way I now see things. These days, my brain now automatically turn a single image into hundred of words without me even giving it the command to do so and sometimes I don’t even realize it until suddenly I start focusing my thoughts on that particular image I just saw and then everything my brain has written subconsciously will start pouring out and that is why I’m always with my phone.
My phone is like my personal jotter, that is where I write everything that comes out of my brain. Sometimes the words comes out scattered but I write them anyway because even though a random person wouldn’t make sense out of what I’ve written if he or she reads it, I understand every word perfectly and when I start writing them out here, I try my best to arrange them properly.
Another thing being a writer has done for me is during my exams, English language exams most especially. I remember how much I always look forward to my English language exams (unfortunately as an engineering student, we stopped writing English language exams once we get to our third year).
I remember how I will always rush to the section of the English language question where we’re asked to either write a letter or an essay based on a specific topic. Of course I always went for the essay because there was something about writing those letters, I’m always forgetting something in the address and that always made me lose some marks. But the essay part was always fun because it involved thinking at the spot and booyyy, do I like thinking on the spot?
Anyways, we were always given a word count (or page count) and I remember crushing every one of those exams all thanks to the fact that I’m already an active writer. So being a writer for me is fun and I bless the day I decided to take on this journey and I only hope to get better and more better at it.