Whatever you wanted to be as a child is what you should be right now.

Letícia Nogueira
Nov 1 · 2 min read
Photo by TK Hammonds on Unsplash

You will never be happy if you don’t pursue your dreams (cliche as hell but absurdly true).

It was not like every paper.

It was special. Yellowish.

On the top of the page, there was a field of sunflowers and the lines — where you were supposed to write something down — were blue.

In this paper, I wrote my first poem.

I wrote about a couch where many, many people had sat down. About how often people share the same space — same furniture — without even talking to each other. It was about how no one really remembers those moments but the couch remembers everyone who has been there.

I was five years old when I wrote it. Yes, pretty young.

My grandmother was a talented teacher who built her own primary school. The first private primary school in my home town.

Yet, I never showed her my poem. Never showed it to anyone. Mom and dad didn’t care much about those things. They were busy with their minds.

I kept writing until I was teenager. My teachers were impressed with my essays and my best friend used to ask me to do her home work too.

I had journals and I loved to write about my (stupid) days at school. One morning, my parents read my journal. I was 12. They were not so happy about all the boys I was madly in love and made me change to another school. They didn’t understand at all. I didn’t kiss any boys. I just wrote whatever was in my mind. Purely imagination. They didn’t read the others poems. To them, I was just a boys-kisser.

When was time to decide college, I knew what I wanted: journalism. My mom asked if I knew that I would have to work to afford my studies. She came up with ideas and I accepted because I was 17 and I was lost.

So I found a job and tried to study Nutrition at the same time. Dropped it.

I tried to study Tourism. Dropped it twice.

I tried Marketing. Dropped it too.

Then, I decided to live abroad. I traveled, learnt languages, met, people, fell in love.

And yet.

I still want to write.

Because I know how amazing it feels, how much sense it does. How much sense it does to me.

I don’t blame my parents. I don’t blame anyone. No even myself. Because it’s fine. Is not too late and will never be.

It’s just a matter of choosing your path and believe you were born to follow it. All the rest will become clear from there.

And then you just go.

Letícia Nogueira

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