Day 1: Write your story: Who are you? What brings you here? That is, write what makes you want to say, And so I write.
So I’m starting this new thing of writing 500 words every day. Let’s see how this turns out.
Who am I? That’s a good question. I’m firmly of the belief that I am the product of those around me. So I am a bit of my father, a lot of my mother (or is it the other way around?), some of my sisters, and whole ton of my friends. I am someone who is rarely influenced by strangers, but supremely influenced by the handful of people I trust. You won’t catch me caring what that basic bitch in Starbucks thinks of me, but you will find me depending on my friends and family for advice on anything and everything. Of course, that doesn’t mean that I’m not my own person. I am fully capable of making decisions on my own. But I place a lot of value in the opinions of those who care about me. Sometimes too much. But I digress.
What makes me, me? Well, to start, I think that there is no other being on this planet who would make the exact same choices I do when presented with the same options. I have my own tastes, my own preferences, and certainly my own personality. Personality: that’s such a broad and vague term. What exactly does it mean? My demeanor, perhaps, in addition to my reasonings and my interactions with others. But that doesn’t mean that personality can’t change over time, or under different circumstances. I’d like to say I have a pleasant personality most of the time. For christssake I worked at a Welcome Desk for three years, there’s no way I could NOT have a pleasant personality (although I would beg to differ concerning some of my coworkers…). But I feel like my “put on” personality is actually quite close to my real personality. I feel like I’m a very generous person to those people whom I trust. That’s one thing about me: if you are one of my best friends, I will do anything and everything for you. No questions asked. I guess you could say I’m pretty loyal.
I could go on, but I don’t want to give too much personal info away. I suppose I’ll close this out by explaining why I’m doing this, why I want to write. I feel like writing is an art—a form of expression that although limited by our linguistic abilities, is something that is invaluable. Just think, if we had no way of writing—if we could only communicate by speech—how could our society function? And then there’s the idea of quality writing. Anyone can put down words on a page. But only a few are true artists who can make those words come alive in ways never thought possible. They can communicate the most simple ideas in the most eloquent terms, and I strive to achieve that beauty, that perfection. So here’s to a whole month of these mini-essays. Let’s discover the beautiful world of prose together, shall we?