As children we are thought that to read is to achieve our goals. We didn’t always choose to believe the adults that told us that but in time we learned that perhaps they knew something after all. We most certainly didn’t admit it, but they knew by the way we handled a book.
We started out by saying, “No! I don’t want to read!!” We didn’t pick up a book voluntarily and we sure as heck didn’t let anyone catch us looking inside those hallowed pages, even if we were only looking at the pictures.
Our teachers told us that if we couldn’t read, we couldn’t do hardly anything in school. We wouldn’t understand what was going on. They said we couldn’t do math, but we thought we proved ourselves by doing it anyway. In reality we were only fooling ourselves. We were reading all along.
Then the day came when someone we looked up to, a trusted friend, told us of a great book they’d read and we found ourselves at the library picking it up. Slowly we began to read more often. We picked up books of all types and before we knew it, there was always at least one book we were holding in our hands.
Books became addictive. We wanted to know how they ended and when they did, we sometimes were a little disappointed because they didn’t end the way we thought they should. The bad guy was suppose to die and they lived. The girl went off with the wrong man. How could that happen? We couldn’t let it continue now could we?
So, we came to the next step on our journey. We became writers. We rewrote the endings in our favorite books until they came out the way we thought they should. Soon, we were making our own stories up from scratch and we had the time of our lives. More stories came from our imagination and with them we flourished.
Now, all these years later, we have become what we were meant to. We are writers! It might be the furthest thing from what you thought you’d be when you grew up but it certainly was the right path. For myself, I had a tough time in school with spelling and writing & grammar. I never saw myself as a writer but now that I am, I wouldn’t trade it in. It’s who I am and who I will remain.
Those of you who struggle, don’t worry. The time will come when you too will be the writer you were meant to be. There is no right or wrong time. There is only the present and it is up to you what you do with it. If you love to read and write, then you are already there. Enjoy your life and remember that only you can be you.