I was born with a dream, a passion of which I crave to develop. Writing has always been the way I choose to express myself, it has been the way in which I portray my ideas and it has been the way I have entertained myself during the years of my life. I have been fortunate enough to have the chance to develop this passion that I have, as it is something I do for pleasure and not for the grade, though it does feel good to learn from something of which I love. In other words, writing is that something of which I know my life wouldn’t be complete without. I’m mad, I write. I’m happy, I write. I’m sad, I write. I’m fearful, I write. I’m bored, I write. And when I feel surreal, with that mix of fact and fantasy, I pick up my laptop, and I write.
It's as if I have this sweet escape, as if I get sucked into this world in which I can express my each and every feeling. I have no boundaries, no walls that block my way, or nothing that can ever tell me to stop. Whenever I start to write, I can just feel passion and adrenaline rushing through my veins, because I know that I am doing something that I love, writing.
My inspiration to writing is my grandfather. Whenever I was a kid and went to Israel I would always stay at his house, and he would host me with such kindness, tenderness, and patience, which cannot be replaced or copied by anyone. He owned a huge house in Savyon, a beautiful neighborhood in Israel. His house was amazing full of life, yet this was not what interested me the most, next to his house was his little cottage. It was surrounded by an endless garden, which felt like a labyrinth to me when I was as small as a mouse. My grandfather would always hide in his cottage and I would always hide at the doorway looking at him and at the picture on his desk of my three sisters and I.
My grandfather would spend hours on end on his computer writing children stories. It was touching, because he would dedicate these stories to my cousins and I. My grandfather is my inspiration, we are so different yet alike. He inspired me to start writing, which shortly after became my passion and escape; this is why I admire my grandfather. A few years ago he received an award for one of his adult books and was later on made into a movie, I felt sad because this book was in Hebrew, therefore I was not able to read it; but in my heart I knew that it didn’t matter if I read the book or not, I still felt proud of his major accomplishment.
Writing by definition is the activity or skill of marking coherent words on paper and composing text. But is this the actual meaning of writing? Does it mean that you just pick up a pen and put things on a paper. I mean, the word itself does mean that, but to me, writing means so much more. It's as if I live locked in a jail of my boundaries, and writing is the only way in which I can free myself.
It's as if I have this sweet escape, as if I get sucked into this world in which I can express my each and every feeling. I have no boundaries, no walls that block my way, or nothing that can ever tell me to stop. Whenever I start to write, I can just feel passion and adrenaline rushing through my veins, because I know that I am doing something that I love, writing.
My inspiration to writing is my grandfather. Whenever I was a kid and went to Israel I would always stay at his house, and he would host me with such kindness, tenderness, and patience, which cannot be replaced or copied by anyone. He owned a huge house in Savyon, a beautiful neighborhood in Israel. His house was amazing full of life, yet this was not what interested me the most, next to his house was his little cottage. It was surrounded by an endless garden, which felt like a labyrinth to me when I was as small as a mouse. My grandfather would always hide in his cottage and I would always hide at the doorway looking at him and at the picture on his desk of my three sisters and I.
My grandfather would spend hours on end on his computer writing children stories. It was touching, because he would dedicate these stories to my cousins and I. My grandfather is my inspiration, we are so different yet alike. He inspired me to start writing, which shortly after became my passion and escape; this is why I admire my grandfather. A few years ago he received an award for one of his adult books and was later on made into a movie, I felt sad because this book was in Hebrew, therefore I was not able to read it; but in my heart I knew that it didn’t matter if I read the book or not, I still felt proud of his major accomplishment.
Writing by definition is the activity or skill of marking coherent words on paper and composing text. But is this the actual meaning of writing? Does it mean that you just pick up a pen and put things on a paper. I mean, the word itself does mean that, but to me, writing means so much more. It's as if I live locked in a jail of my boundaries, and writing is the only way in which I can free myself.