An Open letter to aspiring young writers.

Dear You – whoever you are that aspire to be a published writer,

I was once like you. Timid and conscious about other people’s opinion of the stories I created. My mind was also clouded by all of those fear. But it doesn’t last.

I assure you that you’ll outgrew it.

The first time I written a story and posted it publicly was around  my high school. I never received the feedback that had would have changed my life, but what I got was a criticism that would made me strive harder.

I wasn’t special – not really talented about anything that might stood out – but I believed in my freedom to imagine worlds and life. Yet I never let my mind be open to others. I kept those stories to myself. Why?

One: This world can be too judgemental.

I happened to be a constant target of judgement and comparison by people who were greater than me. I never thought highly of myself and no one told me that I should be greater than what I am.

Two: What if it wasn’t accepted.

What if the stories I wrote wasn’t unique or different or eye catching. What if I wasn’t good at it.

And lastly: My grammar had always sucked.

Says my older sister, my english teacher (I’m not going to say which grade) that might not know their words actually meant to ruin my enthusiasm to improve, and everyone who had ever read the essays I wrote for school – since I couldn’t really get passed those.

In conclusion, I had a lack of self confidence to want and tried to pick up a paper and start a sentence to describe those stories in my head for the whole world to read.

Now, you might be asking me, how I got the courage to take that step?

There wasn’t any special event that had happened. Nor any fairy godmother like person who pushed me to take that leap. But it was a series of events that led me to make that choice.The one chip that fell, which caused a continues reaction to my subconscious mind, was what my aunt had said to me.

“She told me that I am my own. What made me who I am, what I achieve, it is at my own pace. No one could compare to you for they hadn’t lived your life, and they aren’t you.”

You might think that something like is common knowledge. But it was at that moment I understood what those words truly meant. But I hadn’t suddenly grew the wings and the confidence from those words she had said. It was gradual.

It was three year after that point I found myself looking at an empty page and let the image in my head turn into words. I didn’t worry about whether someone like it, or someone thought my grammar was awful. When I put those what was on my head into my own words, I felt a sense of relief and accomplishment. Like I had broken out of a cage.

There are those young writer who are terrified to take that first step. To pick up a pen and write. My advise to you is do it. Just write. If you aren’t ready for the world to see your mind, then don’t. Take your time. But don’t allow to deprive yourself in doing what you love.

One of these day you will have that courage to take a leap. And when it comes, no ceiling can stop you from flying.

” Take a pen and start one word at a time. ”