Where it all began

For as long as I can remember I have loved all kinds of stories. Before I could read them myself, my parents read books to me and my siblings, or we listened to records. At the age of five I learned reading rapidly, discovering books and comic books of increasing difficulty. Going to the library felt to me like entering a magical palace. Soon it became a habit to secretly read with a flashlight under the bed covers long after my bedtime.

One of the children books that inspired me most, was the lovely ´Matilda´written by Roald Dahl. I could recognize myself a lot in the character of this young girl. Like Matilda, I felt somewhat as an outstander and misunderstood at school and later in my own home. Just like her, I found a safe haven inside the wonderful world of books. Unfortunately I could not use my mind in the same fantastic way as Matilda could, but still this book was very comforting to me. I read it several times and I would want to read it again soon.

“So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.”
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Roald Dahl, Matilda

My hope for you is that you may find shelter and joy as well in favourite books of your own. I hope that this message may resonate loudly in your heart and mind: You are not alone.

 

I am a writer

Ever since I was a young child, I have been dreaming about who I wanted to be when I grew up. I felt fascinated by the endless directions that life seemed to offer. In my mind, I tried to explore them from A to Z in the hope that one day I would find my true passion. Fear suppressed the little voice inside of my heart that told me I already knew my destination. I wanted to walk in the footsteps of countless people whose stories had inspired and shaped me throughout my young life and become a writer myself.

All these years I only made a couple of attempts to pursue my silent dream. I was quite imaginative in making excuses for why I should not try. For example, I figured the world already had a sufficient amount of writers and more books than anyone can read in a lifetime. I told myself that I did not have enough imagination or writing skills. I tried to convince myself that I would accomplish more in other career fields. I did not feel like I had the proper age and life experience to write a book. But, writing comes in many shapes and forms and my love for words is strong. So this is the day where I dare to come forward and say: “As from now I am a writer.”

This is the first step on my journey of personal growth and the pursuit of dreams. I would like to share this journey on this blog with anyone who is willing to read it. I am not sure where this first step will lead me, but I am very curious to find out. I invite you to join me on this adventure.

On a side note, I am not a native speaker of English. Using this language is part of the challenge I want to give myself and a way to reach a larger public. So please, do forgive me any mistakes I might make.

´The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.´~ Lao Tzu