I’d rather make one small difference than have absolutely no impact on this world. I’d rather be a difference and make a difference than be a mindless, soulless, confirmed being with a blackened heart. the world could never poison me like that.
i’ve never been more inspired or more compelled to write than i have this year. nor have i ever been the writer i am now. my writing has not only been created but nurtured and molded into my own. while my writing is full of freedom, my structure has become more controlled to reflect the beauty instead of the speed – which is how my mind works. it races, it jumps, and often times it is hard to keep up. but my complex speed and distinct imagination is what makes my writing what it is. it’s what makes it mine.