Writing is either destiny or a challenge, make it yours?

The journey to begin writing is somehow difficult. I sat on my throne, which was just an ordinary chair, facing my realm of lands and castle, which was my laptop, ready to dwell in all of my enemies, which was my writer's block. And began to conquer my destiny to write. The more power of focus, the eagerness to create a piece to combine words are my swords in my poetic journey.

My own story started when I opened my eyes, nothing to see, just the darkness and the loud noise of music on my father's radio in the morning. I don’t know why I can't complain about how noisy and irritating it was, I just thought of something so I could escape the frustration I had early in this morning.

I learn from my past, the extinction of my pieces from the thrum-bling scene in my head. I counted a hundred, imagining the world before I opened the door of the light screen and looked at the time. It's 6 AM, early in the morning and the sound of water crashing in outside it's raining.

That’s how my days begin, but my writing starts with thinking I again have trouble formulating a topic. Need help from a friend who is actually myself alone, maybe coffee could help. But I think I am drinking too much these past days, and I actually felt some bad effect in my body, skipping the coffee and just having tea instead.

I found myself liking the green tea. At first, it was really something to sip, but later that day I normalized and it's actually a good one.

Well let's start the journey, tea helps me to summon all my knights that were sleeping in the barracks of my heads, they prepare their armours and start to look at the castle for some offer they could give to me, their King. I only want one thing, that is a topic for my writing and I think someone really already found something.

Writing is either destiny or a challenged, believed or not it feels like some people had been destined to write, tell stories and make something from the playful head they had, that’s words are so common to summon, that destiny is having so much fun of them that giving them the righteous ideas, the gracious thinking that converting the sceneries to incredible groups of words, paragraph of life and fortune bets.

Entering writing in this platform is challenging yet It feels like destiny, imagine you were just browsing and something just pop on it you seem interesting, visited and created an account and now you looked at the months or days of your attendance, you survived and feels like writing is attracting your atomic mind to quest and freedom of words.

Or someone gives you the fortune of destiny for inviting you here, whatever the stories you got how you found yourself in the first introduction you had. It feels like we are all destined to be here, staying long and making friends for better-proposed practice.

But also in a realistic way,  challenging each day and every day we found ourselves in a very difficult time, hard focus and even wanted to give up or headrest for a while. The emotional body is telling us to become unstable. Some people have a hard time with everything, lose interest yet they rest and next they come back.

Writing has never been easy, it's so hard as it was to be. Like from time to time it reminded me that I never get easy money, or I never had an easy way to earn. It came from thought and battled the arena of my day to day life.

Maybe that’s mischief to someone, they think that diving here, creating an account and just writing is easy and captivating. I never had that, it was so hard to rejoice because one day you just accept that victory was just in the peel, it didn't last long.

Day to day we battled and some we were pledged. Day after day we think what we had wasn’t enough when we realized that there was always a time that we had nothing, even though we heard so much the ideas inside. We looked for something and even got to a point where we prayed, asking for topics.

It's destiny or our willingness to be here, write and learn. Proved something to ourselves that even we don't speak the language we used, we don’t know some words where does it use, we found it hard to contract and convert the spellings but still, it was a great pleasure that at the end of the day, or the time we rest our heads there is queue draft, one published. That’s a relief.

Writing is destiny to anyone and every one of us, it's not that someone is better or someone performs well. Especially because we want to grow in these native words, tongues twisted when we read, dictionaries are mandatory to look at.

As we face the reality, and read others flee. Challenging it was to write, moreover, it was destined to be with us.

As usual no concrete topic just the battle of wit and keyboard for today haha. Keep safe everyone, and thanks for being with me…