What am I doing..

Go get up. Chase your dreams. See the sunset on a beach.
That's what the elders said.
What am I doing here, studying medicine? I got inside its world just to learn that I'm not going to be part of it. Ever. Why waste time slaving yourself in the subject you're not even good in. Search your talent, or at least just something you like to do. Then fight for it.
I want to be a writer. I dream to be one. As soon as I graduate here, I'll strive to get in that literature world. I have tons of ideas of want to write, but got no time to actually write them down. A friend of mine introduced me to her friend who's going to be an editor. She read one of my draft and said it's too weird. You're not gonna write fantasy novel, this is not Harry Potter. Well it is not Harry stuffs, clearly. But I AM going to pick fantasy as genre. I don't want to produce another devastating story that has "many" meanings of life etc but makes the readers frustrated. I want to make people laugh at my storyline and point at the silliness of the characters. I want them to read with blithe feelings. Present them a world full of imaginations and dreams. Isn't this life already stressful enough? Why do we want to put this cruel reality into the escape window to a whole new world called fiction novel?

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