When you are six years old and your parents ask you what you want to be when you grow up and you answer “I wanna be a writer” they laugh and shake their heads. They’re thinking “Ah, it’s just a kid’s mind aswering. Might as well have said ‘a princess’ ” …
When you are ten years old and your family asks you what you want to do with your life when you are old enough and you answer again “Writer” they tell you that won’t happen because it’s not actually a profession and it wont give you money.
When you are fourteen years old and your friends ask you what you’ll do for college and you answer the name of a writer course and you say that you wanna be a writer, they raise their eyebrows to you but don’t say anything, because they know you’re at the age of feeling really bad about what people tell you.
When you are seventeen, the last year of school, people demand to know which course you’re gonna take on college and what profession you’ll follow. When you keep the answer and proudly say “Writer”, people look at you with pity on their eyes. “Oh, poor person, that one is gonna have to ask for money to eat or pay their depression medicine”.
What my parents, my family, my friends and people don’t know is that being a writer means that I own a universe. That I’m a god/godess myself, I have the power to create and destroy. I have the power to pass feelings, knowledge and life lessons. I have the power to pass my opinion to other people. I have the power to influence. I have the power to make people think. I have a power that is big enough to make me don’t mind about being up all night long writing, the veins full of caffeine. Or that I don’t have the money to buy a new shoe, a good meal or new clothes, but there are books basically falling from the ceiling at my home.
Writers aren’t powered by their heartbeat. Writers are powered by their own power.
Money means nothing when you own a universe.
All I want
is to be the
a cup of tea on
the coldest day
of the year;
I want to warm
everyone I touch
from the inside