Unlocking the Doors: The Story of the Key

I could have voiced content in various ways, yet I chose the authentic writing approach to reach people worldwide. I asked myself, why to write? Why not go for a live interview, a voice in social media, or even confront the souls face to face. I thought all that before writing and found only time to be in vain. Even this writing time has consumed me, but I grew up how I was a few years back. I knew if I needed to carry the content, I acquired sacrifices in my personal life. To sacrifice, I must have the courage to walk in the path of flames. To have courage, I will never die of any fear to face in future. While the writing was making, I silent myself and only a voice inside me I talk to. The voice will only give me questions about my eyes perceiving the world. I write not for myself but for the world to have a glance. Life can be such a road. During my writing journey, I have interacted with many souls to acquire the knowledge and wisdom for my story. For the faith to the surface, souls fear unconditionally as more I swam into the depths. Everyone believes in content, yet they hide because the subconscious minds in them will jail their beliefs. The reason for all this happening is time. No one has time to comprehend and to consider for a faith. Eyes are on floors or focus on digital. Safe is a word to describe protection, yet now, to an enlargement, safe has become a zone for comfort.

We seek acknowledgement far away from someone, yet we erase those around us. There is nothing wrong with seeking souls for bond and connection. I asked the thought of abandoning to shine at the new spot. The world I witness is always for a haunt and a rush for a goal. The race is about the end, not the run we made. The world is now more of a machine than the feel of a soul. I once was prey to a parallax for an eye at the goal. Now, I attempted to correct the world's eyesight; some listen, some ignore. The one who attends will take more time to connect to the world. Ignorance prefers to be a virtual world because the least is that life peace contrast the real world. Fear consumes everyone's eyes because speaking from the heart will be penalised. I desire to be human. I am afraid I am to be a machine for lost souls. Storytelling became a mode for me to connect because I knew souls never stop by for plain subjects. To awaken the eyes, the content has to be striking and shining. I am here for a story to evoke a genuine. I still wonder if this is enough; I want to try rather than doubt. Stories are not made; they are inspired by what is around us to be hidden. Writing grew me into a soul; I asked the world what has raised you to be a human.