As I use simple words I unveil the real me. What I write encompass what I experience in life. I intend to consign in writing all I feel and see in the simplest way and make the best out of it. I aspire to be a good writer. Yet I know that it could never be. We live in a world where people act like judges to our innate or practiced talents. I admit, I am not a born writer and for years I’ve been trying so hard to construct exceptional writings. I ask myself, does one really have to be critique by another to determine if he or she is good enough to earn a place in the society...