And life is just like a book, our childhood always take an important role in defining who we are, and what happened then often had great impacts on us many years to come.
A lot of things happened when I was young, most rather unwanted, but that's what make me realize the power of writing. From writing blog entries to writing books, writing is the way for me to express myself and tell my story, and this is how it all begins.
Growing up being beaten up and insulted most times at home, while being ignored and called off at others, I never had a chance to understand what 'love and care' means, nor did I understand the importance of having a supportive family. On top of that, problems within my family caused me to pay visit to social workers, and all it did is remind me how lonely I am in my little world.
I was never well treated by my father, and that had impacted my seriously, my sexuality. I don't mind admitting that I am gay, and that I'd love to be loved by a man and of course the other way round. Being gay may be something that defines me, but certainly not something that will confine me. (According to the experts, my sexuality may have been a result from the lack of fatherly love, and the urge to be cared. Or maybe I am already born this way, and it just made my urge stronger, But I'll never know.)
After all, as Mr Coelho said, the victor would come out only after being severely tested, I believe that things happened for a reason and that was just of those challenges for me before I can reach my pot of gold (figuratively speaking, not literally).
A lot of things happened when I was young, most rather unwanted, but that's what make me realize the power of writing. From writing blog entries to writing books, writing is the way for me to express myself and tell my story, and this is how it all begins.
Growing up being beaten up and insulted most times at home, while being ignored and called off at others, I never had a chance to understand what 'love and care' means, nor did I understand the importance of having a supportive family. On top of that, problems within my family caused me to pay visit to social workers, and all it did is remind me how lonely I am in my little world.
I was never well treated by my father, and that had impacted my seriously, my sexuality. I don't mind admitting that I am gay, and that I'd love to be loved by a man and of course the other way round. Being gay may be something that defines me, but certainly not something that will confine me. (According to the experts, my sexuality may have been a result from the lack of fatherly love, and the urge to be cared. Or maybe I am already born this way, and it just made my urge stronger, But I'll never know.)
After all, as Mr Coelho said, the victor would come out only after being severely tested, I believe that things happened for a reason and that was just of those challenges for me before I can reach my pot of gold (figuratively speaking, not literally).
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