Ramblings

Reading makes me thoughtful. More than usual I think. Makes me want to write, to share with the world things that without the help of others would have never come to me in the first place. When does an author realize they want to be a writer for the rest of their life? When people around them tell them they're good and should pursue it? Or is there that passion deep inside them that everyone feels, albeit toward different things? I'd hope more towards the latter, but what of those that never thought they were good in the first place but are in fact, brilliant? Hmmm, something to ponder I suppose.