Pens are created the same reason why we live in this world—to write stories of inspiration and behold upon our fate and papers are invented to unfold the beauty of each stories being written. This made the two share a perfect partnership together.
I guess I share the same metaphor in life; I am the pen and the people surrounding me are the paper. I may not write my own life stories that I desire, since, God has already written it for me. But then, I know I may still complement it through some momentous events gained from learning and dreaming.
Writing is just like conducting music, the hand must accompany with the beat. Then, I’m fascinated with the idea of writing stories. I may not always speak out but I always observe. I love to play with the thoughts I have in mind, put them together and come up with a beautiful masterpiece. I love asking questions because in asking you will get to know what you still don’t know. I sometimes argue and fear of losing. Those randomness of me may or may not show how far can I go. But in the end, I know I will never be alone, ‘cause my hand will always have my pen and even if its beat turned out of tune it will forever be my best friend.
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