Reflective Essay: Why I Love Me As A Writer

When someone is doing something that they love, it is not the wrong choice no matter what anybody else says. Even if they are told that they are the worst, they should keep going because if they truly enjoy it, then the situation turns around 360 degrees around and they’ll become exceptional at it. I enjoy writing a lot. When I am writing, I feel like I can do anything. I can write about a princess trapped in a tower or a pirate searching for lost treasure. There's overwhelming choices to write about and each and every choice is infinite. When I first started writing, I was struggling. My writing was all over the place and it was just a huge mess. But, I still tried my best to overcome the obstacle and continue to do what I love doing. The end result of my pursuit was what someone can call a success, I am now in English Honours. Even though my writing skills were in a considerably poor quality, I did not give up and continued to do what makes me happy.

If I were to fix one of my writing pieces from back then, there would be so many things to correct that it would be easier to just write a new one. My first piece of
writing outside of school was a fan fiction based on a book, Guardians of Ga’Hoole by Kathryn Lasky. I wrote the story in fourth grade and decided to share it on the internet. The first chapter had about three paragraphs and all three paragraphs had different point of views. The grammar was all over the place and the spelling was just terrible. This story received both compliments and criticisms. At first, I was very upset as I felt that I could only write to that length. But, then I decided to not give as I read the words of encourage from people who like my story even with the tons of mistakes. I decided to try to overcome my problem. I read a lot of books. Literature helped me improve with my English and I learned how to make my ideas flow more smoothly. In the end, I did not give up and continued on to do the thing I love.

I improved drastically and my love for writing was able to be continued.
My grammar wasn’t out of place anymore, nor my spelling. The point of view of the whole story was consistent for all paragraphs. I knew that my improvements didn’t stop there, I kept advancing and I developed into the reader and the writer I am today. To me now, writing had become even a greater part of me. Writing became something I need, like breathing. My pieces came to mean nothing to me as a child would mean nothing to his mother. Each word that I choose carefully to write my piece became so meaningful for me. If I had given up back in fourth grade, I wouldn’t have learned or tried to grow to become a stronger writer. If I had given up then, I wouldn’t be in English Honours right now. Because I hadn’t given up writing, I was able to improve and become the writer I am
today. In the beginning, I was a baby bird that was just learning how to fly. Unstable and shaky, my first flight ended with me on the ground. But, I didn’t give up and so I climbed back up the tree with all my strength, and I was able to grow feathers. Feathers that would help me fly more steady. I may fallen many times, but at all those times I didn’t allow myself to be eaten by a predator by staying on the floor. I also didn’t stop trying to fly because of being afraid of falling. I pushed myself so that I could one day become a powerful flier. I, who climbed up from the bottom, am now able to fly by myself without falling. I didn’t give up my passion for writing and eventually I was able to become a satisfying writer.