For me, the hardest stage of doing something has always been the beginning. Seconds seem to transform into minutes, as my mind always remains blank. I have never experienced an immediate spark of inspiration or a sudden rush of ideas. Starting has always been the hardest thing to do.

But what I have learnt over the past years is that, at times, I have to imagine myself as a blank piece of paper. There are no notations, scribbles or doodles as of yet. There is no story, nor is there a plot.

There is only whiteness.

If I go back to my first day at university, I remember imagining myself as a blank piece of paper. As I walked into what was to be my new life, that day, I had no idea how the next three years were going to turn out.

I never expected to find family in the person who first appeared as a stranger. I never thought I would become best friends with the guy who originally seemed like my enemy. I never expected to fall in love with a reserved yet temperamental man.

It’s strange to think that what happened in the next three years, happened to me. This: experience, memory and story. It’s all mine.

And this?

Well, this is just my beginning…

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