So many years passed, I have already forgotten the feeling of writing good articles. When we were young, we wrote several times a week. Aiming at high marks, we practiced in a variety of methods, tried different timelines of telling story, quoted big authors as much as possible and made up touching points with rich emotions.
Truly, in this term, we did gain high grades every time in examinations after persevering practice. But more or less, that time, targeting a distinction in our works made us result-oriented. Many children in my class, including me, produced some stories similar to the samples which had been judged to be the best by our teachers. We learnt how to write, especially how to write according to the social judgements, the standards of examinations, the principles of other people's comments rather than what we really wanted to express.
Right, as a result, we loved the way of writing good articles which generate compliments, rewards, or great marks, with no means loving the works themselves. Let alone the feelings of writing. Obviously, that never had been a true love. However, after I graduated from university for several years, I had become a perfect salesperson. The ways we talk, negotiate and text follow three rules, firstly polite, secondly concise and lastly appropriate! Every time when we are furious about clients' tough and irrational requirement, we reply in good manner that"Wow, that might be hard, but let me find a way to cope with it, or could I double check with my boss to see if it is possible? please give me some time, I will return to you soon"."have a nice day, hope you a sunshine mood, enjoy the rest of the evening....”“Thank you, thanks a lot“ We pretend to be naive like a kid, never go against those low taste customers, never care about the ones who might just pour their temper to us. We seem to be quite used to that. Well-rounded, knowledgeable and skilled in dealing with various customers. Sure, literally, we indeed attain a lot like money, reputation, promotion and even perfect network, and so on.
Nevertheless, we accumulate loads of bad moods in heart, like a dormant volcano. I have to admit that the eruption would never run towards my customers, colleagues and friends. Who might suffer it? My son, my parents or my sisters, who are the most supportive people in life. The are so tolerant for my misbehaving and my bad temper. No, no, no, I hurt them, I have already made them so painful so many times. Should I keep being so selfish? No, how can you make a fault after you have deeply realised how bad it is!
What shall I do ? I start to write, as much as possible whenever I am feeling down. Sarcastically, I write many shining points while I am torturing the keyboards or pen and paper sometimes! The bad turns out to be not that terrible after writing. Interesting! Now when I am stressed, I write something like a tale. If I am angry with someone, I describe him or her in my imagined story like the devil. So cool, now no one hurts because of my bad moods. I don't need to worry my volcano eruption any more. Just keep a notebook along with me. With writing, the world become peaceful, lovely, enjoyable, full of fun and fulfillment! What a great choice I made!
