“Motivation”….I have always known that motivation is the invisible power that makes us achieve our goals. This may be achieved by many different ways. For example, by reading an article, or by observing a similar case to mine that ended by success. Maybe even a friend, neighbor, or a family member that encourages me to continue what I am doing; motivating me to reach my goal. However, they might be encouraging me just because they love me or are afraid to be honest in order not to let me down or hurt my feelings.
Personally, I would never tell anyone who is dear to me that for example her voice is bad and she should stop singing; I encourage them because they are my friends. That's why I don’t seriously consider all my friends or family opinions or motivational phrases, as they are always mixed with feelings. The only ones who I can consider their opinions are the ones who keep criticizing; not making a legend of my stuff all the time.
Poetry…that was one of the things that can make me really glad; reading poems, feeling the rhyme at the end of each line, with its beautiful meanings…I have always envied those poets; wondering from where do they get that amazing sense, how do they have such an amazing talent…I didn't even consider it as a talent, it is simply "magic"! But what I didn't expect at all was to one day be one of them; to be a poet.
I started writing and showing my poems to friends. Though I knew they were not the only meter to get confident about my talent, but they liked my poems. However, I didn't feel that much motivated, as I knew they didn't like reading poems in the first place; any kind of poems. So I changed my goal from being a poet, and kept on writing and writing just to gain confidence and find my own motivator; the one who won't care for
who I am but will just tell me their opinion with plain honesty.
I found a contest about writing and so I sent my poem. Though I didn't win, but I got thirteen messages asking for more poems; messages from strangers encouraging me to join in the next contest. Fortunately enough, being motivated from a stranger meant the whole world to me. It meant I’m really talented; it meant I’m a real
poet.
I kept on writing and enrolling my name in contests, kept sending my poems, and after the 13th time I won and got the first chance to publish a poem written by my own self. I guess 13 is my lucky number, so my next poem was written under the name thirteen.
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