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Writing is a very powerful tool. It has the power to either unite or separate societies. It has the ability to enlighten us about things we never knew existed. It tells us how people from the opposite side of the world live, worship and communicate. It shares the history of humanity from different eras, countries, religions, and cultures throughout the globe.
Writing that forces people to think and within those thoughts, creates doubt in their minds about their most significant beliefs and opinions is definitely the most compelling and stimulating kind of writing. It expresses the author’s mesmerizing ability to influence us in a very intriguing manner.
Alongside writing comes the acknowledgement of criticism, because depending on what you write, there will most likely be an opposing side of critics, simply because not everyone will agree with what is written. But isn’t that the beauty of writing, telling your story without having to care about the critics? Isn’t that basically why people write, if not to influence others, it’s to understand how their writing affects them?
I’ve always appreciated the art of writing. For as long as I can remember, my favorite past-time has been reading. I don’t think there has been a time when I was ever bored of anything I’ve read. Regardless of what type of reading materiel it was, I always seemed satisfied. I always felt a hunger for reading which never seems to be fulfilled, not for the lack of good material, but because I never get enough. So throughout my everlasting love of reading, I acknowledged that writing has also become another favorite pastime.
Now that I’ve shared my opinions on writing, let me get to my point. Although I love to write, sometimes I fear that I don’t have the ability to express myself in a more sophisticated manner. In ways that most writers captivate their readers and force them to feel every emotion they experience simply by reading their exquisitely written stories.
So how does one tell their life story without having to fear judgment? And if so, is the story worthy of being written. For a very long time now, I have been going back and forth with the idea of doing just that, writing a memoir, but for some unidentified reason, I always seem to put it on the back burner.
I guess one of the reasons for my hesitation is because my history is somewhat complicated. Although I’ve learned to accept and appreciate everything in my life, not everyone will understand my reasons for writing about it, especially my family. One thing I’ve realized about writing a memoir is that family and friends are always affected by it one way or the other. Not everyone wants the world to share their lives with them, so I have to put that into consideration.
So for now I’m going to stick with writing about everything and anything other than my life. Who knows, maybe one day I will reconsider my options.

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