A story is not merely just a cluster of words; it’s the brambles of actions that make it mean something. Thoughts, actions, statements, they all hold a meaning to the beholder. Through my various writings, I have truly found my passion. Not only have I discovered my fondness towards writing novels, but also established a partiality towards research. My extensive research led me to a particular study that I found interest in. The study of human origins and the study of the unknown; I have always found it fascinating how the human has evolved. We started from a couple pieces of flint to cloning. I do not consider writing a hobby, a practice perhaps. Though I do find merriment in creating new worlds or finding out more about our own, it is also a rigorous task. There are countless resources to find answers, but not all answers have been exposed. Learning is where my interest peaks. I have always wondered about the unknown even since my younger years, my curiosity a figure of its own.
What lies just beyond our reach? I’ve always pondered this question; it haunts me like a shadow. Our imaginations are extraordinary machines, built to support our theories and questions. With the assistance of my curiosity, I am able to create worlds and beings in my stories like no other. It takes both heart and mind to piece this type of puzzle together. Even with the little amount of time we have, I am able to both complete school and sports activities while writing well over two thousand words in a story. Two thousand words do not seem like much, but once it is in fine print it adds up. It isn’t how fast or how many pages you have, but the amount of value you put into it. I’ve found that throughout my school years, my writings have become more in depth and meaningful. You can write endlessly, with no justification to as why, but will it have the same meaning as someone who writes precisely and eloquently? No, I am afraid there is an immense variance. Philosophy has always been in the back of my mind, prodding at my skull. I have always enjoyed the different aspects of life people seem to share, but I also appreciate the studies, Anthropology and Archaeology.
Maybe this may seem like a boundless struggle, attempting to find answers not given, but are they really so far from our reach? Any being holds the capability of unraveling the truths we pursue. Or maybe we are wasting our time searching for the answers and our search results in more inquiries. In more simple terms, I must be attempting to gain some sort of relief to my own curiosity through my novels. It is the only way I can find my own answers.
Aurora P. Chalfant