I write :)

Umm… I don’t know why I write.

I have always written something, since the day I learned to make sentences with words.

I write basically to remind me of the things that I have experienced.

It is so easy for me to write because I don’t follow this silly theory of forgetting the past and ‘only’ think positive and dream about the future.

“The only requirement to be a writer is the ability to remember every scar.” -Stephan King

Another reason is, I don’t know to say something in once sentence.

People who have come in touch with me knows that…

How many times they have told me to stop sending long text messages.

A couple of them have tried to explain to me the meaning of an ‘SMS’ also.

Actually, I edit a lot before posting. I mean, I try to make it short. That’s all. I am not trying to write something that would become a literary classic anyways.

The other reason why I write is, I love to write about my dreams.

I love dreams ;). I love to dream all day. Umm… some old dreams were good dreams; they didn’t work out but I’m glad I had them. Dreams are everything. At least, for me. What is life without dreams? Sometimes they scare me… but that’s okay.  🙂

Yeah, sometimes I offend people who are close to me. But then, Like Marvin said…

“I don’t see how you can write anything of value if you don’t offend someone”- MARVIN HARRIS

They easily forgive me also because they think I am totally mad and not of this earth… Which is so cool. They have got not expectations from me. They will never trust me and they think I am completely unreliable… which is really great… 🙂

But, you have no idea about how my students make fun of me. They always mimic the way I take lessons, walk and talk 🙂 I enjoy all that.

I am not a ‘Leo’, ‘Capricorn’, ‘Virgo’, or a ‘Scorpio’ to get offended by all these. (God! My Leo, Virgo, Scorpio and Capricorn friends, relatives and students are going to hate me after reading all these! No, I really don’t write anything that I have not shared with them before. They know how I talk and write 🙂 )

The other reason could be the fact that I have failed in life; more than anyone I know. Never been a great son, lover, husband, father, friend… the list is endless.

I’ve started to like failures because it makes gives me strength, strength to face more failures.

If everything went perfectly fine and if there were parents, friends, and in-laws to back me, or to lift me up each time I fall flat, there is no story to share…

So it’s fine.But yeah, it is perfectly fine to hate me 🙂

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