Why You Should Write. It's Is The Realest Thing!

He told me to focus on my studies because he thought I was writing to make it my career and didn’t know that it was my only friend I had to talk to.

Author: Iribagiza Patience

Every human being needs someone to lean on, a shoulder to cry on and may be a soulmate that gives him or her solutions to all the possible problems one has.

And that's why we find best friends to help us define ourselves to be a fine art.

I have always been this person who never expressed her feelings. Whether I am sad or not, no one would know that because my expression was always the same. Lonely, thinking too much , wondering why that had no answer, and wishing I had a best friend.

I did make friends throughout my teenage times and as many as I could. I listed them down, planned a lot together however a few were accomplished but I am grateful.

However it never stopped me to feel an odd man out, never conquered the thirst of having that special person in my life.

I felt no one can be in my shoes to understand me and what I went through, it was not easy at a time.

Later I realized, the real friend of a writer is a pen and paper and today we use different applications from our mobiles or a computer.

I remember when I joined senior two, I took one of my books and made it a special book where I can write other people’s quotes that helped or that could touch me in any way at the core.

I wrote as many quotes as I could every day before I go to bed.

I would still sit for some time on my bed in the dormitory to watch the movements of my colleagues as some were fetching water, telling stories about what happened today or their lives when they are back home and others getting ready to sleep.

It was that moment that I would also ask myself why I am not joining the rest and then write down all I was thinking that I believed no one would understand if I told.

One day, I woke up so sad that I really didn’t know the exact reason. I wanted to know who my real friends are; I wanted to feel like “yes I have friends!” we went to class as usual and on my break, I wrote down what I felt, the title was “flying birds”.

It was in the form of a poem however much I had no idea of how to write a poem besides reading what was written by poets.

Since that day I felt the freedom in writing, and I added on a little drawing art too for which I no longer do on a regular basis. Every day that I wanted someone to talk to, I would get my book and pen and then write it down.

Either I am happy or sad; I felt the comfort like someone who has all she needs.

My dad once got my book from the sitting room as we were on holidays, he read all I did write and complimented me in a way to feel encouraged.

He told me to focus on my studies because he thought I was writing to make it my career and didn’t know that it was my only friend I had to talk to.

Today, I have real friends that I can count on, but I still get back to my paper and pen that never ceased to be with me when I mostly needed it.

Yes, it won’t give advice or even solve any of your physical problems but writing it on that paper helps you feel like there is someone sitting next to you, listening to you at least.

Sometimes writers don’t really have what to write but only if they made that pen and paper their first best friend.

And today I am living my life better because I can express my feelings and thoughts and not only to myself but also to the world by reading what I can write.

Writing is the realest

I.P.