Dear Writing

Dear Writing,

We have been staying so closed during this time, closer than ever before, I believe. Just to let you know, whenever asked, I describe to people I am in the stage of writing. So you can imagine how integrative you are in my life at the moment. I used to wish that I had a job in writing or a huge opportunity to do writing a big lot, for you guy are my favourite thing buddy, and I believed I was nothing but your close friend. The wish has come true, but I have been thrown twists on, not by you, don't you think.

I am writing over and over again. I really never know when I can finish a thesis chapter without re-writing it. I am always writing as if it was the final draft, and every time after the meeting with my supervisors, I feel you are a strange and remote person challenging a shift of my view. I not only think about you then but also think about me as to how I should treat you. Is that because you are tough and hard to get closed, or because I am not grown enough? Perhaps you are still what you are, and what I understand about you is not thorough enough.

My dearest Writing, the latter is the most likely to be the reason of my struggle. I don't dislike you Writing, because every of my endeavour to approach you is worthy. At the end of the day, there is no point of making you bigger and tougher. To put it precisely, I bet no one can do that, for you are divine enough, as always. The point is I can move nearer and nearer to an ideal me of being your close friend in this struggle with you. I have learnt that you always stay still and I am moving towards. That's good enough don't you think.

Dear Writing, I am not saying you are torturing me but the opposite way would make more sense. No pain no gain hey buddy. Please be staying there and guiding me. Also please lit up the road to widen my views in the journey of seeking an ideal me.

Thank you and love you Writing.

Your struggling buddy.