Who am I?

This is a question I’ve asked myself for thousands of time and still haven’t found the answer.

I think I live in an era that isn’t right for me, like, it’s too modern. Because I still love hand written letters, reading books and talking to people face to face, but now, we are losing everthing. We write e-mails, we listen to books not read them, we send a message on messanger rather than talking to each other face to face. I feel like it’s all messed up.

I know I love writing, I’m keen on fiction, but I don’t know if there is future to it. In country where I live, you cannot earn money by writting a book or something. And that’s actually the only thing that I like and I could imagine myself doing. Sometimes I thing that I’ll work as an street sweeper because there are not professions that I am interested in more than a writer and it kills me deep inside.

Everyone always says-Believe in your dreams,- but how am I supposed to do that if I can’t see a clear future? Of course, there are times when you just need to take risks, but this is a big one, don’t you think? It will determinate everything and if I make the wrong choice, I’ll be living with my parents for the rest of my life and it is a thing that I don’t want.

I want to be able to take care of my parents when I’m older, support them in every way they need. But how is it possible, if I don’t know who I am and who I wanna be?

Is there a way how to find it out?

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