I have a passion for writing. This passion started years ago when I was just a kid. I have journals dating back to 2014, when I was just fifthteen years old. Of course the writings differ heavily between now and then. Then I would write to document my days now I write to learn more about my mind-set. I reveal more about myself everytime. The same topics become understood deeper until I reach an overall conclusion. This is who I am and this is the primary way I express myself, understand myself, and dissect the world around me. I so badly want to be involved in writing. I want to do this professionally. I want my life to follow my passion. I want to be lucky like that, I want to be able to say I love my job. I want to help others understand what I have learned and discovered. I want to share my experiences with the world in the most beautiful way possible. I have said my whole life I am not in any way a creative soul but I am. I must forget that words are art and so is syntax. Art can be expressed in a variety of ways. Art can be paint on a canvas, the plucking of violin strings, or the way one pieces words together triumphally. I am creative. I am capable of art. I am an artist. I am a journalist to myself and quite frankly I love my art. I treasure my art. I am my arts biggest fan and that's okay. It is okay to love your own work. It is often times that you are your own biggest critic but that does not have to be the case. You are allowed to love your work and you should too, you should be proud of everything you produce.