Have you ever decided to just stop and think, to think about all the possibilities that could happen in your life? It's like looking at a piece of paper with hundreds of ideas flowing in a mindmap style of all the good and bad things your life can and could contain. Your main focus is trying to achieve the happiest and rewarding things your life could offer: being employed as your dream job, having your own family to love and cherish, to travel to the places you never thought you'd see yourself in, to eventually complete your bucket list before you die and so many more amazing opportunities that can be given.
Life isn't just a movie in the process of being made, your life is like a live video that people can see, it isn't documented out or that it has a select script you have to follow to go all the way. It's you who gets to make the decisions, the plot twists, the happy times and the sad times. All under your control. You have the power to be who you want to be and that no one in the entire world can tell you to be something else because they are not the director and boss of you. You are the director and the boss of yourself.
Your lifetime is the main time you can be creative because you have so long to do so, to complete all of those dreams you had when you were a child, the dreams you have when you're sat alone to be one with yourself in pure peace and quiet. Your brain has mapped everything out: your passions, dreams, inspirations, qualities, nightmares and the reality of life itself to tell you that life isn't all cupcakes and rainbows and that there are bad things that lurk but you can't get rid of them because if something bad doesn't happen in your life. It's not a life you're living, it's a dream.
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My Descriptive writing pieces
General FictionIf you haven't guessed, this book is full of my different descriptive writing works from April of 2018 to present. Each idea is prompted by either readers, my friends or how I feel about something. If you do enjoy my work and want to request a topic...
