I don’t know how others perceive me, and I won’t pretend I do. The thought intrigues me but I try to avoid it, considering it’s unlikely I’ll ever find out. For the most part, I infer that people like me, find myself pleased, and disregard the subject then.
My reasons for writing have changed over the years. I first began writing when I was eight about the adventures I wanted to experience. I later returned to writing at the age of 15 in order to share my thoughts without judgment, then to remember the important events in my life, and now in order to be remembered. One of my biggest fears is to be forgotten, I wish the idea didn’t scare me so much but it does. There is nothing I fear more.
A few months after I’d returned to writing at age 15 someone I’d known in elementary school died. The night I learned of that person’s death I wrote about them, and I’ve continued to do so ever since. I feel that it is my responsibility to keep their memory alive, and in doing so they shall obtain eternal existence. However, I know that no matter what I write my readers will never understand who that person was, because even I don’t. This is why I write, because when I die I don’t want to be remembered through the lens of others, I want people to remember me by my words. I want people to remember me for who I truly am, and who knows who that is better than me. This is why I write my own story, this way I won’t be disappointed by how I’m remembered after my death because it’ll be through my own words.
— March
My reasons for writing have changed over the years. I first began writing when I was eight about the adventures I wanted to experience. I later returned to writing at the age of 15 in order to share my thoughts without judgment, then to remember the important events in my life, and now in order to be remembered. One of my biggest fears is to be forgotten, I wish the idea didn’t scare me so much but it does. There is nothing I fear more.
A few months after I’d returned to writing at age 15 someone I’d known in elementary school died. The night I learned of that person’s death I wrote about them, and I’ve continued to do so ever since. I feel that it is my responsibility to keep their memory alive, and in doing so they shall obtain eternal existence. However, I know that no matter what I write my readers will never understand who that person was, because even I don’t. This is why I write, because when I die I don’t want to be remembered through the lens of others, I want people to remember me by my words. I want people to remember me for who I truly am, and who knows who that is better than me. This is why I write my own story, this way I won’t be disappointed by how I’m remembered after my death because it’ll be through my own words.
— March
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