Sometimes, as a writer, I feel like my life is more like a book.
I can picture the chapters ending with cliffhangers like the divorce. Or what I was gonna do when I was first offered drugs in high school.
But sometimes my life is too anti-climatic for that. Like when I got offered drugs, I looked at the person as if she was crazy. The boy beside me – who did the drugs as well – said no for me because I’m too “innocent.” We went through the rest of class like it was nothing.
Stories are inside of us all though. Not one story, but many. There’s the story of me with the beauties and difficulties of marching band. There’s the story of me overcoming the damages my childhood left me. There’s the story of me learning how different the world is from what I thought when I got to college.
Everyone has these stories inside of them, but not everyone can write them out. That’s when writers come into play. We write everyone’s lives – our lives – in stories. We translate life onto a page for others to read and transcend.