Actually, I don’t know if I have what it takes to be a writer, but I certainly have the thoughts and the feelings of a person who spent some time contemplating life and what’s in it, the simple life, the simple things. That helped me. I’m not sure I know what must be known exactly, but many people don’t know as much as I do about people. I’ve found myself many times, predicting what people are feeling and feeling with them as well and I thought, I could write something to them, about them, without telling them, and they would definitely end up knowing. We always end up knowing more about what we already knew. Even if some writings don’t speak to us and about us, they always make our minds question our reality. But we need the key word.

Am I ready?

Am I ready to write a book that can end up being published? Whoa!!! I don’t know!

But I’ve been thinking of doing this sometime! Is it time? Like now? When there’re a million things that keep getting contradicted by each other bringing to me more confusions in the head? Is this the way of a writer?  Like since I keep contemplating everything I may have on mind - for a very long time that I start to stop seeing an end to the possibilities that may occur, in a certain situation, which keeps me alerted of assuming anything about it – could I start writing a book while I’m in the middle of a cyclone of thoughts? And having been in my own shoes, what exactly would I have to say? How can I be arrogant enough to think that I’m right and convincing to the reader? And why should I think, that someone is really reading?

I haven’t studied literature and I don’t know how good is my English, maybe you can tell, but I’d like you to know that I have this something with writing… it’s on papers where I’m more like myself, more free being. I used to be a very shy person, I used to be afraid of talking, and I never felt okay about speaking the wrong words. Between my shyness and fear, I wonder if I’ve learnt to write the right words. That’s not something I know or I can tell, but people who read me can, but if I had to say something about it, I’d say that Human Beings are bodies and souls, we all know this but it brings me to think sometimes that our bodies and souls were granted to us and they’re meant to change the way they naturally do, but we’re not only that. We are our minds too. We think, we can keep thinking, we can think more of a certain thing and we can stretch the thinking. I think only when writing, the mind speaks alone. The body serves the mind with interpreting fingers, and the soul with the energy, and how deep, observing and expressive the person is, how developed and developing the thought and the mind are, and I’m sure they work wonders only if we can listen to ourselves. The mind is like the “Big Boss Speaking”…