Why
Now?
. . . Fo r a s lo n g a s I c a n re m e m b e r, I h a ve a l w a ys h a d a
p e n i n my h a n d s , a p i e c e o f p a p e r, a n d a t h o u s a n d o f
questions in my head. The shortest distance between
t w o p e o p l e i s a s t o r y, a n d I l o n g e d t o h e a r a l l t h e s e
stories from all over the world. But I’ve got a problem:
a lack of self-confidence stopped me from speaking my
mind. And that is why all my thoughts remained in the
form of notes on an ancient smartphone, until one day
they sank into oblivion with its’ unexpected passing.
For a long period of MY life, I have avoided the idea
that I could write and be heard. I was frightened by
the idea that my creativity will meet criticism and a
n e g a t i v e a s s e s s m e n t . A s y o u k n o w, a l l c r e a t i v e p e o p l e
are very vulnerable, and I am no exception. But despite
all this, I wanted to get the long-awaited feedback.
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