So happened on the night of February, the 17th.
I find myself asking the same question for the past few days.
“Can I become a writer? ”
I hardly wrote a dozen articles and a story(to develop into a novel). The inertia of motion is always greater than any force thereafter. Comments on my life from others is never a concern. But emotions are the dangerous thing. I am always aware of what they can lead to.
Events that happened in my life triggered the possibilities. After 20 years of being a survivor on earth, I finally found that there is a life. Life before death as a virtue of joy. There happen to be a zillion possibilities to end a life but one possibility to lead a life. A life with no regrets. The perspective of people always mention differences in possibilities of life, but they all unite under one community.
The process of doing the work I respect may be the best religion found so far. Hitherto, I decided to write as much as I intend to.
I may not find a suitable answer to my question. But I certainly can enjoy the journey awaiting ahead.
Thank you for reading….