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In the beginning

 Once upon a time... I was a writer. I wrote poems, stories, letters, some of the best compositions and once or twice, I wrote my vows (LOL). 

I haven't written anything in years, aside from my usual journaling. But I guess its time to put the gloves back on and see if I still got it. 

I started to write at the age 12, it was a coping mechanism in boarding school. I really disliked the school I went to and being new to an environment that has your whole life (day) planned out for you didn't really sit well with me. We had compulsory study times, twice in a day and anyone who knows me, knows I can't study to save my life. Sleeping in class was not an option, noise making always got me punished, so I had to find something to keep me busy for at least 2 hours, every single day. I started with notes, I'd write a couple of notes and deliver them around to friends after prep, with time I started writing poems at the back of my books. 

One random day, I started to write an imagination I had. When I was done, I gave my deskmate to read it and she loved it, she asked me when the story would be done, I really had no idea because it wasn't something I planned to do frequently but now I had my first "fan" and she wanted to know what was next. So through the week, I spent my study time writing this story in a spare book I had (don't tell my mum) and after almost 2 week, I filled a 120 paged book with my first story "Computer Love", now that I think about it, it was a very corny title. I gave it to my desk mate, who shared it around when she was done and before I knew it, people where asking me for another story. 

Fast forward to the school holidays, I shared my new found talent with my aunties and they loved it, One of them still asks me "why did you stop writing those stories?". Tbh, I hit a writers block at some point and I hated not knowing how to get out of it, so like everything else I start in my life, I quit. 

But now I am more deliberate about my growth and part of that means nurturing talents and not giving up just because its hard. A lot of us have passions that we either avoid or hang up because we didn't get what we wanted or we hit a wall and couldn't find the way out. You see, the magic isn't in figuring it out, its in continously trying and learning till you get it right. 

So this is my come back to writing, and its here to tell you its time to breathe life into that passion you buried! 


Thanks for reading..


Lots of Love 

😊 The Talkative Aries 

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