Writing is a skill I do not possess and I say this without the slightest hint of self-derogation. The exquisite talent of stringing words together to bring forth a coherent thought has completely absconded my area of expertise.
I remember well my high school days, when writing had been a perfunctory task. My blank formal theme paper looked so daunting, my only goal was to fill it up with words. I mostly cheated my way through by writing big.
My biggest problem has always been how to begin my essay. I usually spend a good number of minutes staring at the ceiling, waiting for an idea to magically materialize in my empty head. My only consolation then was the equally blank looks on my classmates' faces, except for the scrupulous few who immediately work on their papers and torture everyone with their mad scribbling.
Writing this blog marks the epoch of the greatest irony. I have chosen to try a hand at something which has long presented itself as a task and not a passion. Now I ask myself: Did I choose to conquer my adversary or has it conquered me?
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