"The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud."
-Coco Chanel
Long before, I was afraid of so many things. I know that I can write, and express, however, there's always this anxiety, which told me that it was not good, that I should improve, and hide every piece that I have made. That fear devoured me until I lose the passion that I am happy about, the flames diminished, and the heat were no longer that warm, but it was cold. Then there's this particular question, which I asked myself, while looking back at those previous events happening in my life. I recall some, and reminisce, but then I asked, "Why do you keep writing? Why do you want to write?"
Why do I? Because I wanted to tell, what my thoughts are. I wanted to share my piece, and face my fears about judgment, a
