Thinking Brighter Though

I took a pen after the long journey of reading many stories and poems. I felt like nothing is difficult here to write what you feel, what you think, what you see, what you experienced and what you heard people talking about it. I started to grasp a paper and l called my mind senses to come up with the best topic ever. Fortunately, the rain of topics came with the Shanghai Maglev train into my mind, and I jotted it down. It was where the battle of thoughts began, because I did not know which one of ten themes would make my story be impressive and have more words that I could reach the number of pages I wanted to have. I picked the theme that was on top of the list to write pertaining to it. l wrote an ecstatic introduction. Even everyone who read it praised it by giving good compliments and high rates, which boosted my confidence and enthusiasm to carry on. Even though I did not have any clue how to press on with the superior pace and spicy techniques that I applied in the introduction. It took four weeks to think about what I’m going to write in the next paragraph. In the 5th week, I started to consult other professional writers to assist me on what l started. I sent the appointment to meet Mr Charles who was the best teacher in English subjects in one of the schools around the village. Luckily, he agreed to meet with me, and he stated the time when he was going to be free. I arrived on time and there wasn’t a soul to be seen there. I decided to be patient for a couple of hours. After an hour, I felt like I was losing patients. Then, I didn’t want to be there and there was no sign showing that he is really coming. The clouds of doubt were going to embrace me until I took my foot back home. On the way, I was genuinely concerned, such the way I was having a lot of rhetorical questions running through the intellectual capabilities I couldn’t handle it because I ended up uttering salty words like “writing is not for my thing, I’m just a chance taker”. While I was in the battle of bad thoughts trying to drag my confidence down, my phone rang and l answered in the thought of thinking that it might be him who was calling. Unfortunately, it was not him. It was my mother who was extremely worried about me. She hadn’t seen me in five hours and l didn’t alert her that I was going to see Mr Charles. I told her that I was 0.2km away from home. After ten minutes, I would be there, then she hung up the call. My mind got back into its senses. When I started to realise that I had nine choices left out of ten themes, I opened a bag that had a list of themes. I scroll up and l check the suitable topic I fallen in love with the 10th theme, which was the last one “how I started to be a writer. “ How’s when l started to have the ability to write a short story that has more than hundreds of words. The last choice might be the one that can unlock the door to success.