I am a writer

Ok fine, may be not yet. But it sounds more intelligent than "I am a dentist", don't you think so? I have been thinking of taking a writing class, or go to a community college where I only need to pay 2 dollars for school fee, sounds good to me.

When I was in primary school, every year the teacher asked us what do you want to be when you grow up? Everyone wanted to be teacher and the top 3 students wanted to be lawyer. If you weren't in the top 3 and if you said you want to be a lawyer, (scoff) be careful kid! I wanted to be a painter, not that you asked.

I was 14, after the unpleasant incident with my dad regarding his son getting too involved with colour papers, I decided, I want to be a writer. My primary school teacher used to ask me to read my essay in front of the whole class, to humiliate me I guess, because it was too "whimsical".

"I like your imagination dear but why can't you just write normally like how I taught you to? Tell the class how did you describe your kite in the essay."
Sigh.
"The wind roared like a fearless lion, and the sky has never been this colourful. I can see my kite up there, dancing like a lady ghost with full head of lengthy white hair."
Everyone laughed, till today.

Sometimes your dreams don't just vanish because you chose a 5 years relationship with dentistry. Some people don't do well with goodbye, they simply never let go. They are the braver dreamers, or the stupid one if you take your view from the other side.
I wait. It has been too long I am not even sure if my sentences are still coherent; I wait, probably there is just another endless tunnel at the other end and I am dancing my way into a complete darkness. I wait, because I don't say goodbye, I never let go.

And they say, giving up is the easy way out?