How Writing Changed My Life

The world I come from is filled with trouble. Growing up has been awfully challenging for me. On one side of my family, there are well educated people who know their responsibilities and understand right from wrong, and on the other side there are troublemakers who seek to enjoy themselves as much as possible (with the exception of a few) with little to no responsibilities. During a major part of my childhood, I had been best friends with one of those cousins for a long time, to the point where I myself became one of those troublemakers, until he took matters too far by committing actions he should never have done, so I had to make one of the most difficult choices as a kid: we could no longer be best friends. My entire life has been a struggle with situations like these, and having to find myself new friends
Acting eventually became a distraction from my everyday struggles, usually becoming the highlight of my day. Soon enough, I realized that my imagination was growing wilder. I had exhausted all of my real life personas in mind and was struggling to find more, until one day, I realized that I would need to find another way to portray my imagination: writing. Through writing, not only could I portray a certain character, but I could also leave them a mystery, open for the interpretations of others. I am able to create pieces of work that not only resembles the way that I feel, but also relates to the struggles that I share with others. Writing and acting isn’t just something I like to do because it’s fun, but it’s my way of showing people the many different aspects of our world, of my world. I use my writing to show people the several ways that I see the things around me, as well as the things that I cannot see, but wish to. As said in one of my favorite shows, the real stories are the ones that are