Nothing truly captivates me more than doing something so cognitively demanding.

Punching code, creating and understand system design, and learning super hard concepts are so rewarding to me.

Every time my brain is struggling to make connections this is where I go on overdrive.

I don’t want to be stopped and I can’t be stopped.

The only thing holding me back is my brain getting turned to mush.

However, it was some part in my life (I don’t recall exactly) that I realized that I never really embraced or explored my creative side.

It was at that point I decided to start writing personal short stories.

Writing stories is a different challenge in itself.

Comparing it to the logical, sequential, and step-by-step nature of hard science, writing stories is so abstract.

You have to tug your soul for words to put on paper. It’s hard. Really hard.

Writing short stories made me question my identity, ego, and strongly held beliefs.

It made me explore my childhood, my way of thinking way more than I could’ve imagined.

I’ve cried, got frustrated, and was put on a chokehold just to put pieces of myself onto a page.

It forced me to express, be honest, and be real with myself and accept my flaws.

But when you’re done with a story, the world felt lighter. It’s as if you made peace with a part of yourself.

That’s when I loved writing.

As much as it hates me and putting myself into painful agony of digging through my soul every time. It’s all world kinds of worth it.