Certain people out there have gifts. Talents. Now, I’m not saying that writing is my gift by any means. It’s something I enjoy doing, and always have.
I was never a kid to complain in school, even as far back as elementary school, when the teacher assigned an essay. As a matter of fact, I somewhat enjoyed it (depending on what it was about). I can remember those ELA NYS tests like they were yesterday. I always dreaded them, especially the math and science tests. But, what I didn’t dread, was the essays that came at the end of the ELA test. The multiple choice I couldn’t stand, don’t get me wrong, I always did awful on that part. But the writing about the short stories we had to read never bothered me.
Was I born a writer? I don’t know. Can’t answer that.
Back to the gift thing. I believe there’s certain athletes out there born star-athletes. They are gifted people. You read stories out there about kids training their entire lives to play the sport they love, to then get to college and be like everyone else. I love talking to my dad about this because he has his famous sayings. One of them includes, “someone can be an absolute stand-out stud in their hometown, then they get to college and realize they’re surrounded by a bunch of other studs just as good, and even better than, himself.” But then there’s the gifted athlete. The stud of all studs who outshines everyone else. Why? How? Did they work harder? They could have. Or, they could’ve been born with that natural talent. There’s a couple books and articles I’ve read about these freak athletes. There’s even ESPN segments dedicated to how these standouts come to be. Is it genetics? Quite frankly, it runs through their blood. I believe God gave every person on this planet a talent. And whether they want to broadcast it, or not, they have it for a reason.
I believe people are born to sing and dance and perform. Absolutely. Again, there’s the people that dedicate their lives to it and spend every day trying to make themselves better, and then there’s the people that have the gift of a beautiful voice, or amazing dance skills.
Was I born a writer? I don’t know. Could have been.
Writing is something that comes extremely natural to me. I enjoy it. I’ve never been good at expressing my emotions, especially to others. So, what’d I do? I wrote. I wrote every single thing that was in my head until I felt like I had nothing else to write. And that’s what I do when I write my articles. I write until I feel like I have nothing more to tell. I stop when I think I made my point. That’s how I express my feelings. I don’t vent to people verbally, I’m not good at that. When I write, the words just seem to flow. And whether or not they make sense to anyone else, they make sense to me.
Is writing my so-called talent? I don’t know, you tell me.
Writing is a passion of mine. It brings me joy and happiness. Don’t get me wrong, getting assigned a 10-page college research essay isn’t what makes me smile every day, it’s the creative writing. I love expressing myself and sharing with people the things I love. I love being able to tell the world what’s on my mind in a more graceful way.
I’ve been told that I have a unique style to my writing. Such that it sounds like how I talk. And you know why that is? You may have guessed it, because I am writing my feelings; I’m writing what comes to my head. Whatever thoughts are scrambling around in my mind, I write them down. When I write creatively, I don’t try to sound professional… because that’s not my audience. When writing my 10-page college research essay, I don’t sound like myself at all. That doesn’t mean I don’t dislike it. Like I said, the 10-pager doesn’t bring me tears of joy, but I don’t hate it at all. I’d rather write a paper about data and statistics, then study formulas and memorize theorems.
Is writing my thing? Yeah, yeah it is.
