LIFE LESSONS FROM THE WRITE PATH
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Unsplash ‘Celebrating the Introspective and Reflective Aspects of Writing.’ To write or not to write has never been the question. From an early age, I grew up with books strewn around me at home. Everyone I knew was a reader or a writer. When people asked me if I wanted to be a writer, my answer was always a resounding ‘Yes!’ In fact, I wrote my first poem at the age of ten. However, that first poem of mine did not get written for altruistic reasons or because I wanted people to read and savour my writing. Instead, I was bitten by the green-eyed monster of envy. A young friend of mine would come with her poems to my mother, herself a lover of the English language, and spend hours showing off her prowess. There were evenings when she would attach herself to my mother, and leave only three or four hours later. What was worse was that mom would wax eloquent about her talent, her f