I know a magician but he is not the typical one who amazes the crowd with magic tricks. He wields words, not bunnies and cards.
His sharp slashing thoughts can cut and hurt your heart deep with remnants to haunt you repeatedly.
As you join his venture in exploring the vast ocean of the human mind, new mysteries await for you.
The courage, sacrifices, and passion that encompasses his stories can surely bring the strong inner you.
By the way, he can be deceiving. He is a man of disguise. He’ll surely confuse and annoy you because he can be you and anyone else that he wanted. Be wary.
His existence could break rules and standards. He is not afraid or even terrified because he just wants to prove something that he believes.
With his power, he can manipulate variables of diversity to become a unified force to clearly show imagery out of his mind.
So who is this magician I’m talking about?
Simply, a writer like me.
We write because we are in love with the idea of watching words weave their magic on paper. We write because there in an enthralling, soul deep charm in experiencing a part of the Universe travel through our pens. We write because we have a bone-deep compulsion to share stories — stories that belong to the Universe but choose to travel through us. We write because in those sentences that snake across the blank paper, we hear the echoes of our souls. We write because we hope that somewhere, they will find a resonance with other souls.
Rhunjur Noopur, Reclaim The Magic Of Writing
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