I want to do so much and be so much. There’s just so much in life I wish I could do. I wish I could paint, or sing, or draw, or decently play an instrument. I want to do these things to inspire myself or in hopes to inspire someone else, so it’s kind of disheartening when I realize I’m not great at any of these things. I am aware you don’t have to be great to do something as long as it makes you happy that’s all you need, but there’s something inside me that keeps whispering ‘you’re meant to do something great’ then I think of the one thing that I may actually have the potential to be be great at: writing. Not the kind of writing that has a rubric and a rigid structure to follow, not the kind of writing for grading, but the written work of pure imagination. Words that can take you away to a different world where anything is possible. Words that create a new reality. Words are what inspire me. They can be sung in lyrics, spoken by mouths or written on a page it doesn’t matter words are what inspire me and I’m going to do whatever it takes to write the words that are inside my head. It doesn’t matter if I’m the only person who will ever read them, they will be given life on a page. That’s all that matters, giving life to the words inside your head.
“Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic” ~Albus Dumbledore