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Writing has been the most suitable process through which I display my artistic ability. My goal is to further control and enlighten my imagination with deliberation, to combine aesthetically what it is that I wish to speak with full intent. The purpose of doing so, I have found, laid on these reasons: excitement, content, and understanding.

My writing process started out with a continuous flow of thoughts, some of which were filtered through a funnel of impurity. Lacking experienced with the enterprise, I perceived each creation of works without intonation, unable to recognize the mechanism of them. It is through a series of reading and self-growth, however, that I was alerted of the medium of composition, of the fact that the art one wishes to compose cannot simply be achieved through chance or luck; it must be sought and tended with deliberation. A well-devised fusion of art and message in any genre is the reason for which one writes, given that each sentence is deliberated in a specific way by the author and thus, becomes their true novel work. It is not to say, however, that I submit all my attention toward the details and forego the greater portrait at hand, for a large part of the composition is relied on the process of editing–during which the awareness of the entirety is the greatest in the revision of the whole work. The gift of realizing and applying imagination with full intent has been the trajectory on which I am able to understand literature, which consequently, led me to the appreciation of it; the latter has granted me the drive to compose, to create something that I think is the most suitable way of my showing my artistic ability. This has not only been a way for me to realize the reasons that I want to write, but also the realization that words can infuse a spiritual integrity, that with every individual, they carry out its degree of projection of a whimsical self—a sense of uniqueness that is different in everyone. And it is this that allows me to settle and eradicate my fears of the weary mind, to deliver the most truthful exhibition. My content, therefore, rests on the concrete translation of words out of intangible imagination.

Should I compose with deliberation, I oblige myself to write truthfully, with what my emotions have in reserve; for the contrary would equip me with further and further fabrication of frictions, that is illusions, in which I would sink deeper into the universe of emotions and be obstructed, thereby, as Fitzgerald says, create a “faulty construction” out of “poor conception.” And this is true because I have experienced troubles that stipulate unnecessary chaos in my mind, or as I call them “distractions” during the writing process. So, I have found that deliberation demands a level of scrutiny. And when it is realized, that is, made conscious, I am led to the understanding of self-growth.

Writing is a concoction of the soul and body, communicating with each other to bring out the depth of feelings, which can bring excitement, content–and through the process of deliberation–understanding.