When I started writing, my family didn't support me
enough. They thought that I did was ridiculous and useless. They advised me to
search for another career to make a living.
However I believed in myself and I had a full faith
that I had meaningful and worthy words, people must read it.
I well remembered the scrapbook I put the first lines
and the first story I wrote. It was a bout a train and the faces I met everyday
I traveled from my home to the faculty.
As long as, I loved staring at people and imagined the
stories behind their smiles and displeasure.
After that, I became
graduated and I started a new phase in my life to explore what I really
wanted and found out my skills, qualifications and the most
important thing my passion.
As the days pass, I would be sure 100% that my passion
is writhing even if no body read it -like this blog- but I feel free,
comfortable and very productive.
I began with publishing small posts on my facebook
page and when found my close friends said it is not bad, well done. I created a
blog and built it in my routine. Every day I published a topic discussing
different issues.
My blog became bigger and bigger and I felt very
excited and guess what!
An employer sent a message to me, asked me to write with
his small team in an online magazine and now I am hired in a media company and
my writing can make a living and my family know that I was Right!
PS: my PS today that if you think you can do
something, that means you already can do it.
Search for your passion and fellows that will support
you.
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