Why I Love Writing: My Journey

 "Paper has more patience than people."

— Anne Frank

A year ago, I wrote about why I love reading. I did not realise I was writing my way into something else.

If I trace it back, it does not start with passion. It starts with something much simpler. In second grade, I made a messy comic strip. The drawings were uneven, the story probably made no sense, and I still remember showing it to my mom and saying I was going to be a writer one day. It sounded like one of those random things kids say, but it stayed somewhere in the background.

For a long time, writing showed up in small ways. Short poems for school competitions, random bursts of creativity, nothing consistent. I liked it, but it was not something I thought too deeply about. It was just something I could do.

That started changing in eighth grade. Writing became something I looked forward to. Every time there was an opportunity, I took it. Not because I had to, but because I wanted to see how well I could express something. It stopped being about finishing a piece and became more about understanding what I was trying to say.

By ninth grade, it became more consistent. I started writing poetry regularly. Submitted one of them for the school magazine and a few online spaces. It was not always structured or even good, but it felt honest. And that mattered more.

In tenth grade, things shifted again. After my first MUN, I started writing articles. It was very different from poetry. More structured, more direct, less abstract. But it made me realise that writing is not one fixed thing. It changes depending on what you need it to be.

Then on March 24, 2025, I started writing blog posts. Anecdotes and Alchemy did not feel like a big decision at the time. It just felt like something I wanted to try. But it changed how I saw writing. It was no longer just something personal. It became something I was putting out into the world.

That shift is strange. You start thinking differently about your words. You care more about clarity, about how something sounds, about whether it makes sense to someone else. But at the same time, it made one thing very clear to me. I think better when I write.

There are thoughts I do not fully understand until I see them written down. Ideas that feel vague until I try to put them into sentences. Writing slows everything down just enough to make sense of it.

That does not mean it is always easy. There are phases where I do not write at all. Moments where I question if any of it is even worth posting. But I keep coming back to it, because not writing feels unfamiliar. Writing makes me feel complete!

Somewhere along the way, writing stopped being something I liked and became something I rely on. It has shaped how I think, how I observe things, and how I express myself. It has made me more aware, more intentional, and a little more honest with myself.

A year ago, I wrote about why I love reading and how stories shape you in ways you do not immediately notice. I did not realise I was slowly becoming part of that process.

I started as someone who read other people’s words. Now I write my own. And I still do not know exactly where this is going, but I do know I cannot imagine not writing anymore.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANECDOTES AND ALCHEMY!

Love,

Ash

P.S. Thank you to every single soul who has been a part of my journey of writing for this blog. I hope you stay till the very end! Lots of love!!🫂