Writing has always been my outlet. Sometimes, when no one is listening or did not want to talk, it is reassuring to take refuge in a sheet of paper and put their thoughts down on paper. It 'a system, this allows some light into their doubts and their own ideas, especially when they seem to want to create confusion.
I found myself often in critical situations without having the slightest idea of \u200b\u200bhow we can resolve them, and it was during those bad times that I decided to isolate myself in some corner of my room to bring on some notebook all my thoughts. There
nobody judge me, nobody could tell me if what I thought was right or wrong ... no one in short, could enter into my insecurities and spy my soul.
For most of my life so I decided to consider the writing: as a refuge to which only I could have access. I believe that this choice was dictated by an immature character who could not come out fully and had a tremendous fear of being judged by others.
E 'was only later that I learned to read another important aspect of this art that I have always loved: the communication aspect.
Slowly I figured out how to relate with others through writing, both virtual and real, and this has clearly contributed to the growth of my desire to write
. I realized that I too can be a good communicator, which instead in words have never been because of my character too reserved. Writing
finally manages to convey all that I feel really, really all I want to say. This for me has been now a way of salvation from those relationships that I've always feared.
What I really love the written communication is its sublime purity: a sheet is transparent, candid, and, when used with dignity, manages to leak out the hidden feelings of the soul of the writer.
I hope to always be able to use this tool in the proper order, to be totally honest in my writings continue to say what I think without any fear. Basically, I want to try not to betray something that has always given me so much: the art of writing.
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