Some people write/create a story to make something unattractive turn beautiful. We could take the tale ‘Beauty and the Beast’ as an example. The Beast, where the handsome prince was put out of sight in, was almost too hideous to look at. Nevertheless, the relationship that took place between Bella and the Beast was phenomenally beautiful. These stories are meant to change the thin line among ugly and beautiful.
Some write to make something illusory exist. It could be unicorns from fantasy or monsters from horror. The portrayal of these things could be described in such a way that people might have second thoughts on whether or not they maintain life. However, we all must know that we could only dream of the castle in the sky when we close our eyes.
Some people write to leave a part of them – a feeling, a memory, or a person from their remembrance – endure. People should be afraid of oblivion – a factor that could make people to forget the sweetest memories from their dear ones. Their words, their features, their embraces are all something worth kept as a reminiscent. They recall these situation through writing about them and give the readers the opportunity to sneak a peek of their works – might as well be the part they’re leaving behind – when they pack up.
Some write to give words significance and spirit. Each and every word will carry a emotion, bringing out the nature of the situation and the aura of the characters as clear as crystal. Every single word in the sentence will show how much force the background has and what kind of a tone is implied. It has the strength to let the readers position themselves in the characters’ point of view and understand the situation in a more realistic way.
From many of the ways people write, I chose to write to give words existence and meaning. I wanted to tell people about the different perspectives of life by giving a rich verve to every word. I wanted to enlighten them with the fact that life was hard, but every outcome of the cause is valuable because, whether the result consisted of vicissitudes, pleasures and pains, courage and cowardice, or love and hatred, there is always a lesson, an experience.
I wanted to convey the message that to persist themselves to go through the strict atmosphere of life, they might have to cry themselves to sleep and be selfish for at least a moment. They may have to yell and consult to possess what they want or make choices that might change them. Most of all, they might have to surrender with the intention that they won’t be hit in return or sacrifice something in order to get something.
Many stories end either in an ecstatic or miserable way; it was whichever from the two. It was usually happily-ever-after or sadly-ever-after. I sought after to write because I wanted to tell the people that life didn’t have a conclusion unless they expired. It would always go on, like an endless path. Life would always go like a ring, except that they don’t go around the circle doing the same things over again, just experiencing new occurrences in between.