People always tell me that you are who you want to be, and while I understand the wisdom of those words, I find them inapplicable to me because the truth is, I’m not even close to figure out who it is that I want to be yet. Rather, I’m a little like that artist holding an empty palette – still experimenting with different colours, still discovering new colours, still trying to pick out the colours I want to paint my life with.
But there’s one thing about myself that I’ve always known, and it is that I love writing. Even at the tender age of seven, I was attempting to write novels, not because I wanted to get published and become a famous author, but because I relished stories and the beautiful construction of words – I would think that it must be pure magic how they could transport me to another time, another world, another life, all while I was still sitting inside my tiny, ordinary bedroom! So I figured, as a child, that by writing, I was somehow working magic.
To this day, there’s still a part of me that believes words to be magic, because how else can we explain their capacity to open minds and move hearts to tears? How else can we explain their potential to inspire and change the very meaning of this world?
So who I am? I’m still not sure yet, but what I am sure of is that writing is a huge part of whoever that person is. And that’s why I’m here; to write. To share with all you lovely readers, what I love best, in the best way possible – through words; my paintbrush. My magic.