Some things are better said written and some things are better left unsaid

Writing seemed easy few years ago back then when I was just a 4th grader. I started writing a book with well-structured chapters in one of my old big notebooks that were used to practice my school exercises. Everything besides writing and reading appeared off space and a year later my journal and my books were my only companions. It's not like I need pity or anything. It's just how the things were and it was the only possible way it could be in order to be the person I am now...or not. Nevertheless, past is not called 'past' for no obvious reason. History is not a good place to dig into, especially when you are 21-year-old 'adult'. Everyone has issues. This is a fact I am quite certain that it's true. Still, some issues persist through the years. They crawl into your life and observe you silently. The moment you start thinking that you are the person who has no issues, boom- there they appear. So, you welcome them and try dealing with them, sometimes by ignoring them. Living in a denial. However, I am not going to take your time by writing about denial and whatever issues people have as they decide to grow up. If growing up was ever a decision at all...

Few years later my journal was replaced with a blog and my book was replaced with so called 'stories'. If you ask me, both of them were not what I would call 'worthy'. But somehow they were worthy to me, which was more than enough at that time. The stories I wrote were not so varsatile as I would like to, but I was just a teenage girl and writing about world-wide issues was not exactly my speciality. Without falling into details about my story-writing abilities, I will jump straight into the core of this post- the writing itself. Not the complex and dynamic or monotomic process of producing a word after a word, but rather its meaning to me through the years until now.

At this point of time I would say that writing is not easy or simple at all. I fear it. Starting a story or whatever creative piece seems like something incredibly difficult to me, because I just cannot write like the authors I like and my pieces are nothing like theirs. In the last impressive book I read, one of the characters said something like that:  'Reading is the simplest thing. All you need is to read what others have written and try guessing what they meant.' Needless to say, I could not agree more. Whatever I may try writing will never seem to me as good or even as brilliant as I would want it to be. The same with painting. However, you would never know what it could be if you never even start it. But do not get me wrong, with not intent I mean to say that whatever little prose you write will be a work of genius.
...Still, some things are better said written and some things are better left unsaid.