I have given it a thought of becoming a serious writer. After revisiting my childhood, I learn that I was conditioned to not having confidence in myself. Alas, a dire need of expressing myself trough writing could not escape from succumbing into those negative thoughts for years. My mind had become a catacomb of dreams and wishes. There were too much to be said but they were subconsciously suppressed by fears and what came out was nothing but only sounds of silence. However, a renewed spirit has sparked and I am ready to take my first flight into the world of written thoughts and feelings. A friend did that to me, recently. A spontaneous compliment on my piece of writing has gone a long way fabricating deeper into my soul and it has breathed new glimpse of hope and opened a doorway of awakening. I remember, I wrote a short paragraph when I was in university and my lecturer gave me credit on my style of writing (she warned me of grammar mistakes though ^^). In addition, reading the same paragraphs, my friends said it was superb. I was flattered and conspicuously delved into thinking perhaps I had the talent to write. At the same time, I heartlessly doubted myself as always. I wrote a short paragraph entitled “Best friend is an angel in disguise”. I can not recall the whole ideas in that writing since it has long gone but it had something that says, "you can call him trustworthy, if you can disclose yourself to him and it remains untold”. The article showcased my long standing dream of finding such exact description of a friend in real life. It was a result of thoughtful imagery of friend drawing from experiences that I have had. I always believe this kind of friend is out there somewhere. Having said that, a saying goes “to err is human”. Making mistakes is what makes human, human. I chose the word angel as a metaphor to denote traits of a friend who consciously possesses such desirable qualities as an extract of pure deliberation of his mind. But this friend and I can never accomplish such perfection of an angel and it is unfair for me to put such impossible touch of great expectation. What I was trying to say, a good friend is a good friend despite of weaknesses that define the whole meaning of being human. My conscience is clear. I have learnt that it is not about finding the right person but how we, ourselves can become the right person to other people at the first place. Other than that, I realized writing has been a dear friend of mine in good or bad times. I continuously pen down my heart talks on every page even it (writing) can never humanly say anything back to me. It accepts me as I am and unconditionally preserves everything about me for years to come. Somehow, it keeps me alive. I can see myself comfortably writing now. A thank you goes out to YOU wherever you are.