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~Old Soul, Young Body: A Story of the   Lost & Found.~ part 1


Where to begin? How should this story of mine even end? Is it a story or just me writing down some thoughts that I have? Whatever It'll be, I know I'm going to make it worth reading; It'll be beautifully crafted.

People always tell me that I have a way with words. That's the kindest compliment that I've ever heard. I'm not entirely sure where my passion for writing even came from. Then again, I don't even think it came from a place of "pre-existence." 

I feel as though it was something that created itself. How's that possible, you ask? I don't have an answer for that necessarily. That passion was just something that I felt. Nothing happened in my life that led me on this path. I just stumbled upon this discovery and that was that.

Writing was and still is a way for me to find myself when I feel lost. I can just sit down, grab a notebook and a pen, spill my mind onto the page by writing down whatever came across it. 
My therapist said to me one day that a reason why I find writing to be so comforting is because unlike talking to another person, the page can't talk back. I sat there, I have all the opportunity in the world to say what I need to say. No reply is added; no strings attached.

Writing, for me, is like that pursuit of happiness that everyone's talking about. Happiness, philosophically can be defined as a state of mind or what someone perceives their life to be like. So writing again for me is just like that without a doubt.

~Old Soul, Young Body: The Story of the Lost and Found.~ by Natasha Moran (ReneeRose) part 1