My favorite pastimes include reading, writing, painting, scrapbooking, and playing instruments.
Honestly, the only reason why I took up any artistic activities was because of my older sister. She always had that sort of creativity of expressing her ideologies and passions through visual imagery. And like any younger sibling, I really admired that about her and I began to think that maybe I as well had that natural ability to create something visually stimulating out of seemingly nothing. So I drew and painted with her at a young age and up until now, I still really love art, both interpreting and creating it.
Fast forward to now, after many years of well, finding myself as cheesy as it sounds, I figured that art and the certain creativity of it just wasn’t for me. Rather, I found that my interest lies in words and stories, creating made-up worlds and evoking emotions that sometimes isn’t possible to do in real life. Actually, one of my English teachers made me realize my affinity for writing; she had told me that I was very advanced for my grade level and that I should think about continuing in something English-related after high school. At that point I was already experimenting with writing short stories and poems, and two years later, I’m now writing longer stories with actual plots that I put a lot of thought and planning into (or at least, I try to). I want to become an author one day, but I think writing is just going to remain a hobby as I grow older. And I’m okay with that.
Thanks for reading my long spiel! I know I probably went off topic…