Why I Chose Writing For a Career?

I have always been the kind of guy that would write down my thoughts and not really mind the surroundings. Highschool for me was all about writing my life down in my journal and that gave me the motivation to make every day count.

It was the YOLO syndrome that took over me and I had thought of life as short and always on the verge of ending. All we have is right now and if we don’t take this opportunity our lives would be forever miserable.

And in the short years I have lived, I have realized that there are two categories where every moment exclusively fits into. There are those moments that you forget and are meaningless to you. And there are those moments that, good are bad, impact the course of your life forever and you find them to have true meaning for yourself.

I had come to the conclusion in 8th grade to make sure that everyday of my life had something meaningful for me and I would intentionally and constantly look for anything that could make my day an unforgettable day.

A gruelling task for a boy who doesn’t even know how to gel his hair properly. But still, I took the challenge that I owed to myself and I wrote and wrote everyday. It became a hardous task for me and became sort of a chore. But it was always something that I never ignored or forgot and I kept doing it.

It seemed good for me to be able to express my voice and tell something to the world. Maybe considering it as the mark I’ve left. Though no one would have been able to open my Journey cloud app account. But still being able to write my thoughts and my experience was an amazing experience for me because I was waking up to every day of my life expecting more from myself and feeling intense remorse if I had failed to do anything worthwhile that day.

It became clear to me that life isn’t that simple. There were countless days that just were pieces of trash that I would never go back to. And I refused to write anything about all those mundane days of no hype and exciting events.

Then I thought about it more and more and I read Camus. His book the Myth of Sisyphus shed light to me and I thought about what it had to say. Of course, I had to read every paragraph 5 times before I could comprehend the thoughts but if there was anything I could take away from it, it’s that life is a collection of mundane moments and all these little moments are what really makes life, life.

It’s pretty jarring for a high on life teenager imagine that the simple walking on the street home with a girl is a lot more meaningful than entering a competition or event. I’d walk that girl everyday of my life if I could turn back time. Sad thing about it is, now that I am sort of enlightened of this fact, there is undeniable regret in my heart of how I took those small moments for granted and how I should have been the most loving and positive person out there.

Most of my high school days could have been full of normal mediocre moments but it wouldn’t have been that way if I had changed my outlook.

And now that I’m 21 and have been suffering from depression. I am, right now, while writing this having an epiphany of the huge difference things could have been for me if I had done things differently.

That is the realization that I can’t change how I’ve viewed the past but I can certainly change how I look at the present. And this to me is priceless. And I can only gain such wisdom from writing.

Only by introspection and actually structuring my thoughts into these plain symbols can I achieve this. And writing is this remarkable ship that allows me to traverse these ambiguous waters.

So the main reason why I chose writing is that it’s my way of exploring the adventurous and exciting world within me.