Growing up, my parents would take it upon themselves to take care of everything for me. My dad would go off to work while my mom would stay home and do everything from laundry to cooking dinner to sewing clothes. They wanted me to instead focus my... Read More
I write a lot. I started writing three years ago and the amount of writing I’ve done has gradually increased year after year.
At first, I wrote because I wanted to vent my thoughts, express my feelings the only way I knew how, when friends and family couldn’t understand what I had been going through.
Someone asked me a question I had a hard time answering the other day:
“What is success? How do I achieve it?”
It’s such a hard question to answer because until you’ve achieved it (success), you can’t say what it is. It’s entirely subjective and enigmatic, and at best, I can make assumptions on what it is.