I'd like to write but I feel that my great "tragedy" seems to be that I don't have a great passion or great sorrow to write about. My greatest feelings occupy me when I am reading other people's masterpieces, and they make me realise I'll never be as good. But it is one of my dreams to be able to write a novel. Or even a decent short story. Please understand that I said to write and not to have published.
When I first met one of my current friends, she asked me, which was a greater tragedy: whether to have a talent to write, draw etc but not have an idea, or to have an idea but not gifts to realise it. As back then, I still don't know what to answer. I know I lack of both.
I also wanted to talk about families. Yes, in plural. I think I'm lucky because I have so many different families. What makes a family different from friends? You can choose your friends, but you cannot choose you family. Easy as that. The first family is my mother, father and sister. I couldn't choose them, but they've turned out pretty good. Yeah, we fight, we cry, we laugh, we pull each other's leg... that's all part of it. My second family was the one during high school, M. and H - my "grandma" and my "sister". They were awesome, and made my high school experience even more special. Now I have once again a new family, in the dorm. I couldn't choose whom I am going live together with. But I was once again lucky - K., K. and L. (who, I know, doesn't live with us anymore, but still). Living in the dorm is an experience I'm happy to have. I have a new room mate and we get along but not that well. She hasn't blended in, yet.
When I first met one of my current friends, she asked me, which was a greater tragedy: whether to have a talent to write, draw etc but not have an idea, or to have an idea but not gifts to realise it. As back then, I still don't know what to answer. I know I lack of both.
I also wanted to talk about families. Yes, in plural. I think I'm lucky because I have so many different families. What makes a family different from friends? You can choose your friends, but you cannot choose you family. Easy as that. The first family is my mother, father and sister. I couldn't choose them, but they've turned out pretty good. Yeah, we fight, we cry, we laugh, we pull each other's leg... that's all part of it. My second family was the one during high school, M. and H - my "grandma" and my "sister". They were awesome, and made my high school experience even more special. Now I have once again a new family, in the dorm. I couldn't choose whom I am going live together with. But I was once again lucky - K., K. and L. (who, I know, doesn't live with us anymore, but still). Living in the dorm is an experience I'm happy to have. I have a new room mate and we get along but not that well. She hasn't blended in, yet.
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