Follow your fears.

I have wanted to write a book for years and years now. I've absolutely adored writing ever since I learnt how to. Loved how placing the words a certain way, sentences after each other, how playing with synonyms and meanings - all become like a work of art. A picture. Many pictures in fact. It's just a world of its own. And I actually believed, like really believed, I was good at it, until I was about 13 or 14 and our new teacher told us, we shouldn't think too much of ourselves. Annika, I think her name was. A person whose main goal seemed to be to tear us down from dreaming/being "naive", and into "reality". I remember, how slowly, but very surely, her classes and the way she gave feedback, suffocated my flame and my love for writing, and killed my belief in my skill.

So writing a book is a place of big insecurities for me. Filled with fear of not being good enough. Of what do I have to offer that is so special. But it's my dream. It's something I want to do. Something I would do, if anything and everything was possible. And that's exactly why I am going to do it: Because the only thing keeping me from going there is fear (disguised as "reason", I may add). And this amount of fear, all this "reason", is the reason I know I need to do this. That I am meant to do this. Otherwise, I simply would not care. Otherwise, I simply would not fear. It's what we love the most that we fear the most. So follow your fears, and you'll know exactly where your dreams are.


Love love live,

Carolina