It's been forever since I've written, two years to be exact. I have a good excuse, I promise. Life has been super crazy for me. I'm working part time, finishing my last year of high school and am in my second year of Bible College. During the summer I spend my time working camps and going on mission trips. So yeah, I have had very little time to do anything else, but I have been loving every minute. My life is starting to slow down now that I am getting read to graduate in about a month. So here's a little something I wrote recently. I hope my fellow writers out there will appreciate it.
Everyone has a story to tell. It could be one of
tragedy or joy, life or death, truth or lies. The difference between these
stories is what defines us. There’s nothing in this world like seeing a
person’s life and cheering them on despite the details of their story. Once we
know a person, their hobbies, their likes, their dislikes, their personality,
their character; suddenly their story makes sense. Everyone you meet is afraid
of something, loves something and has, at one point or another, lost something.
Each person sees the world a little differently and yet we are all contributing
to a thing called life. Finding and listening to these stories is the beauty of
being a writer. We see the stories all around us. In today’s world, true
writers are nearly extinct. No one sees the beauty of an untold experience and
the lessons that soon follow. In a world where lines are being blurred and
black and white are turning to grey, it seems as if there is no one left to
clear the air. However, one thing people will never lose is their voice; their
story. That will live on into eternity and lead the way out of oblivion.