My job is to write. Write my experiences and who I am. What I feel. Because I am an embodiment of the past and future. The east and the west. The frail and strong. Because I have the gift of words. Because I have been given the love of writing. To spread the message. To share my story. Because this is why my fingers move the way they do. Why I can type without looking at my hands. So that I can look deep inside of me and you and everyone. To explain and describe the experiences, to guide and motivate you to give it a try. To start again. Start again. Start again. Start again. Start again.
To persevere. Because I have persevered. Because I have never given up. Because I will never give up. Because there is nothing to do but try again.
To start again. There is nothing else. Everyday is another opportunity to try again. Start again.
I can show you how.
By sharing my stories.
My defeats. My triumphs. My optimisms.
My ability to paint the worlds in words so that you can see and experience.
My fingers were born to dance.
My body was born to move. I was born to share my life with you. All of you. Without hesitation. Without fear. Without delay. Persistently. Willingly. Without being afraid. Without holding back. Without being someone who I am not. Without you. Without expectations. Without reservations. Without Without. Just let the words pour out of me. Freely. Flow. Let them flow.