There is only one thing I can write about in this essay: writing. Ever since I was in middle school, I have loved writing. I have been writing for so long now that it is hard to tell why I even started. I suppose it was just a love of books and the worlds they breathed life into. Once someone told me I was good enough to do that myself, someday, I took my tolerance of writing assignments and turned it into a hobby. In an ideal world, I would turn this hobby into a lifestyle.
I would love to earn a living being a writer. I would take a year off of work and the world to spend my days living in a quaint cabin, contemplating the lives of fictional characters, content in the knowledge that my work was reaching the world. I would use my writing not just to entertain, but to connect to people. I love that words have the power to connect strangers on a unique level. To be able to send positive messages to thousands of people simultaneously, to show them that it is possible to overcome various struggles in life, would make me a true writer. It is one thing to write down passing thoughts. It is quite another to use words to shape lives. A true writer is a silent supporter of readers, showing them through fictional worlds that they are not alone. That is the kind of writer I strive to be.