Since I was a child, I've always believed in a world that goes beyond what we can see. I've had this unwavering faith in the existence of fantastical creatures, life on distant planets, and even mysterious beings right here with us. With my wild imagination and a deep love for the arts, I've tried every possible way to express my creativity.
Writing has been an essential part of my journey, allowing me to give form to the intangible ideas and worlds inside my mind. I would write in my journal, create songs, poems, and short stories, not just for myself, but also to entertain those around me.
But as I got older, my writing took a different turn. It became more about work and less about the pure joy it once brought me. I lost touch with the little girl who used to find solace in writing to express her creativity. However, there came a point in my life when I faced profound questions about the meaning of it all. Writing became my way of grappling with the countless thoughts swirling in my mind. And in that process, I rediscovered a part of myself that had been missing for nearly a decade.
Since then, I've made a promise to myself to hold onto that part of me and to keep writing, using it as a means to share the world that exists within me with the world outside.
