I wasn’t the brightest of people in my time alive, quite the dull one in all honesty. My head was always in the clouds, imagining worlds in which I could escape reality, completely forgetting the importance of what was below. People often complained about my daydreaming, how it affected my wellbeing in life and ruined my future, it often scared me and made me completely uncertain of where I’d end up in life in the future. But one day, as my mind was on Mars once more, a few gears in my brain finally connected and began to churn, a realisation of a hidden prowess within me. My daydreaming wasn’t a bringer of downfall and irresponsibility, but rather, it may be the complete opposite. I’d often tell people what I saw in my frequent dreams and they listened in with such excitement and enthusiasm for what was to come next. So, with excitement from hope, I became a writer. Grabbing the nearest pen and paper, I began to write paragraphs and paragraphs of words, which then inevitably evolved into pages and then even further into chapters until an entire book was laid before a publisher. In time, the work was published, and now a future seems more plausible than ever, true growth from my twisted brain has finally been realised and achieved. Life is now certain, and no words can truly fathom the immense gratitude I have for such a gift to befall upon me. From the heart of a writer, I say this one thing. Find your skills and passions and develop them any way possible, for you can grow from your abilities and change into something truly incredible

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