I know I'm a writer.
Not because I think I know fancy words, or because I used to get good grades in English.
Not because I think it's fun, or because it feels natural.
I know I'm a writer because when I first heard "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe in the seventh grade, I went home and read it until I had it memorized, and then recited it to myself until I fell asleep. I get a knot in my throat when Natasha Bedingfield sings, "Nothing I write is ever good enough" and when Maroon 5 says, "Tap on my window, knock on my door. I want to make you feel beautiful." I smile to myself every time I watch Grey's Anatomy because there is a certain writer that has an intensely specific style of writing that is impossible for me to ignore. I get tears in my eyes when I hear a toast, and I can't resist how wonderfully bible verses are written. I feel like I can get to know someone fully by seeing their handwriting. I am an English major, even though it seems impractical.
I know I'm a writer.
And I will be what I know I am.
After all, how could I live with myself if I wasn't?
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In a life where we are constantly bombarded with diet plans and energy drinks, uppers and downers, meaningless work and even more meaningless promises, we are bound to find one inconsequential way or another to “waste time.” But like Thoreau said, “we cannot kill time without injuring eternity.” There is a euphoria that shines in every one of us when we feel productive, honest, and loved. This is written to attest the magnitude of love and the beauty that comes from simple observation.
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