When I first started writing, I was about 12.

I wrote because I was passionate about imaginary worlds that were so different from my own.

I had dreams of shape-shifters, elves and magic, so I wrote them down. They were too amazing to just keep in my head. I created stories, names and worlds around them, and I shared those stories with my friends and family.

I liked the fiction of it. The difference in reality was amazing, and the fact that I could come up with these worlds in my head was amazing. I wanted to show others how I think and it was amazing to see what I could create.

As I got older, I continued to write, sometimes poetry and sometimes fiction. It was an escape from reality then, and it made me feel more at home when I could find my escape in a world that I made.

I still write now after eight years, but I write for a different reason.

I still have dreams, but they’re different now and so is my writing. The dreams are not of shape-shifters, elves, and magic anymore, even though I love fantasy just as much as I did when I was a kid.

Now, my dreams are to make a difference. I want to go into law and politics. I want happiness and equality for more than just those that have privilege. My dreams changed a bit, but they’re still different from the reality around me.

So I still write.

I write because I want to spread the word about what goes on around me and other. I want to show others what I love, I hate, and what I want to change. I have seen how others made a difference with writing, and I want to do the same.

Now, I write about inequality that is still in the world. I write about ways to change it. I write about the things that matter to me because the world still isn’t equal.

I write to educate others and share information. I use it as a platform to pass on information so that others can hear about news they might not see otherwise.

I write because I’m passionate about making a difference in the world.

Which might not be that different from why my 12-year-old self wrote too. I wrote then and I write now because I found something that I care about, and I want to share what I care about with others. I still want to share how my mind works.

I still have dreams, but now I know that I can make a difference in the world. I can't create shape-shifters and elves, but I can create and promote equality. I can stand up to injustice, and I can share my passion for politics with others.

It was never a hobby I expected to last for eight years, but I expect it to last for many more.

So I write.