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Why 'Write' ?

Write... Grammar... Book.... Script...etc. Why I choose to write? not other things that I am capable of like being an athlete. Yeah, I am good at it. I can be wrestler because I like to wrestling or maybe I should became a MMA fighter. That would be great I guess. But why write?

I choose write... First : I like to write since I was in junior high school. Two : It is very cool job where people can moved or inspired by the words that you write. Also... if you write a script, movie script... when you met those actors/actresses.... that's sound really awesome. And Three : I think write is the most safe place for me to grown up beside I already love it long time ago.

Write my first emotional poem when I was in junior high school. My teacher asked to write a poem. And my friend bothered me so much... we got noisy and distract her attention. That time I was sit in the back of the class.. She walked and find nothing in my paper. Than she was not angry at the time but she called me using a proverb that I really didn't like. She said that I'm like ' A frog under the shell' which meant I am really load but I didn't make anything. I angry with her at the time and proof it that she is wrong. I can write something beautiful and emotional.

Than I wrote a poem and read it in front of the class. I moved so do with my friend. And she can't say anything else. She just looked at me. After me, my friend got the turn and she asked her to read the poem the way I read it. But... that's not make me happy to get my revenge. I thought my self... that if she is not describe me as the frog. Maybe I will not write that beautiful and emotional poem. Maybe I will write something else. Since then I learn about how we write and put our heart in every words that we created.

Why Write? I had lots of imagination that I want to made it coming true. And I don't have much money to hire someone to write it for me or made it real. So why not I working on it by my self. I puts all those imagination in white blank paper and hope that one day someone had interesting to made it real. ...

So why write? why you choose  write? ask your self? for me... for all reason... I can say... write is a place for me to stay in safe. Something I love that will take me somewhere even without leaving my chair. How about that.... and how about you?

This is the reason why I choose to write... it's with love, passion, dream, and hard work. Never stop to try the best you can. Because somehow... the best thing will happened accidently to you.


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