A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (and hopefully beyond).
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?

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7. Introductions misplaced

Date: Sunday 17th May 2015 12:00

Entry: 7/?

Subject: Introductions misplaced.

Tip/advice: #7 Just be yourself.

 

Once upon a time – for that is how all great stories begin – there was a girl who was born sick and dying. Yet, through miraculous circumstances she emerged healthy despite her heart stopping thrice and her immunity waning until she was seven. Seven, was a good age for when illness and misfortune stopped seeking her out and she was allowed to thrive and reap the benefits of life.

That girl is me.

Through all the trials and tribulations I have learnt to win and lose. Like a wise man once said if you’re going through hell keep going. I have also learnt that I began this diary rather differently, painting several entries before you even knew me (maybe that was for me to appear just like everybody else, or to avoid something I don’t know).

So today, this entry is about my misplaced introduction. Ready? Let’s begin.

I love stories; they are alive. People are alive whether you notice them or not, dogs tend to make you notice them if they decide you aren't paying them enough attention and cats have perfected the art of living while pretending people don't exist at all. Stories though, are vastly different.

Stories come alive in the telling. They need us to serve as the human voice to read them aloud or to be curious eyes reading them in the dim torch or lamp light. They lay dormant just waiting for their time and once their time came they would change. They would take root in our imaginations and transform the reader. They wanted to be read, they needed it, they wanted us to give them life and so they forced themselves from their own world to our own. We need stories just as much as they need us, however. We need them to take us out of our world and into their own, we need them to be a hiding place to the real world. We need them for guidance and for experience and for love and for hope.

I have lost myself in books for as long as I can remember.

But I have also been writing stories for as long as I can remember too.

My first memory of writing was telling my sister to write my story as it left my lips, since I couldn't write it as good as she could. This story, which I look back on now and laugh, was similar to the Boy Who Cried Wolf but instead of the boy and villages I had a dragon and lizards. These characters had whimsical names and morals written in by my own tender aged experiences and it was this story that thus my fantasy writing reign began. Ever since, I have been creating and writing, and although some aren't that good, I am proud of each and every one of them.

I am a writer. The characters I give life to aren’t me. They are but a fragment of me. They are; the adventurer, the romantic, the warrior, the princess, the hero, the villain, the freak and the friend. They are the fragments that I hide, the fragments I wish to be, the fragments that I have been and the fragments that I will be. Every story ever created is based on truth. My truth and your truth.

I am also a lover of art. Although, this doesn’t share my life as actively as reading and writing, I find peace in drawing something which makes people think. There is nothing better than putting pencil or pen to paper and creating a whole new world by picture.

I love to make people think. I don’t care what others think about me and I take everything in my stride. I am proud and I have been told that I am intelligent, kind and always caring to others. I love music and the beat and the close cutting words and the images it leaves behind. I love mythologies and learning cultures and history. I love life and my friends and my family. I love being an individual in a world which is rather clustered.

I am brave; I am resilient; I am selfless.

I am me. 

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