Hello. To speak of this, I am reminding myself that this my fourth post on this website. I found about candlemonk a while ago from Instagram. I am still unclear about how this process. There are multiple reasons why I am behind this.

I hated writing during my initial days of school. Plagiarized answers completed my scripts, and I never gave myself a chance to work on them. Since we had written submissions, our teachers could also never figure out the tactics. Some of them did know, but they ignored it.  My school life was the easiest when it comes to submissions. But once I arrived at college, every action of mine got a reverse payback.

Plagiarism was never allowed at the campus. I had a hard time figuring out many things about writing. All I knew back then was that the article must have an introduction, body, and a conclusion. I tried to submit plagiarised works, but then I got caught.

Later, many of my friends recommended websites that turned plagiarised scripts into non- plagiarised ones. I began to use them to submit my articles. Many of my submissions were in that manner.

Over time, I figured the beauty of words and the power that they hold.

Books gave me overwhelming energy. My love for words began to develop. I fell in love with the style of writing and use of words. Reading felt less- like reality. I often escaped from the world through words. One day, I decided to write on my own, just like the others. I opened my laptop with complete energy and imagined a successful career. I dreamt about fame, prosperity, and the power that words will hold on me. But I couldn't write.

My karma began to pay me back. I couldn't figure out how I am supposed to write. I realized I lack creativity. I never opened the doors for it to enter. I tried hard. In the end, I gave up. My past began to mock me impulsively. Those who have read what I have written pushed me to write more. Many found talent and creativity in me, but I was never ready to let them come through me. I completely stopped writing, and it brought me a kind of numbness. I couldn't figure myself. I felt lost. Then I realized; words were those I hated the most once. Today those words themselves left me giving hope. The attack made me numb.

How do I get back? I had no idea. Words always floated, but I was reluctant to show the world how it felt.

I wanted the readers to feel the pain.

I wanted to punch on the face of those who claimed art is just a mere concept of madness.

I wanted to show them the power of words.

When I found this website, my first intention was to make a lot of money. I always got rejected from receiving the pay for what I have written in the past. Now, once I began to write, I realized money was not the only intention. Once I pour out words, they flow.

Confidence was another thing that I lacked. I am afraid of people judging me. I am scared of being myself.  I don't know why I am telling you all this, but I believe in the evolution of words through me.

This platform helps me to become that, and I am grateful for finding this platform.

To those of you who have read till the end,

I don't know your intention, but I pray that let words take you to the unidentified places of your thoughts.

I don't know how long I will write, but I want to write.