Chapter 7 ： Liqhk inmy Heart

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Today, I open my little book again and continue to write. The room is quiet, and only the sound of my pen touching the paper can be heard. For a long time, writing has become one of the most important things in my life. It is no longer just a hobby or a dream. It has become a part of who I am. Whenever I feel lost, tired, or confused, writing pulls me back and makes me feel calm again. It is like a gentle light that never goes out, shining quietly in my heart and guiding me forward.

During my writing journey, I have met many hard moments that almost made me give up. There were days when I sat at my desk for hours, looking at the blank page, but could not write even a single word. My mind felt empty, and I wondered if I had already used up all my thoughts and ideas. There were days when I read what I had written before and felt disappointed. I thought my words were too simple, my stories too ordinary, and my expressions too childish. I compared myself to others and felt that I would never be good enough.

There were also days when I felt lonely. I kept thinking about my book, my dream, and my future, but I was not sure if anyone around me could truly understand. Sometimes I stayed up late, writing alone, and a little sadness came quietly to my heart. I asked myself again and again: Should I keep going? Is this small dream really worth so much effort? At those dark moments, I almost closed my book and wanted to stop forever.

But every time, a soft light appeared in my heart and pulled me back. That light came from the people who love me. My family never laughed at my simple writing or my small dream. They always stood quietly behind me, giving me encouragement and support. When I showed them my new pages, their eyes were full of pride. When I felt upset, they hugged me and told me that I was doing great. Their love was like warm sunlight, covering me and driving away all the coldness and fear in my heart.

The light also came from little beautiful things in daily life. It came from the morning sun shining on my desk, the wind blowing through the window, the stars twinkling in the night sky, and the flowers blooming quietly outside. These small and ordinary moments gave me endless inspiration. I realized that I did not need to write about great or exciting things. I could write about the gentle moments in life, the warm feelings in my heart, and the little hopes that kept me going. Life itself was the most beautiful story, and I just needed to record it honestly.

Most importantly, the light came from myself. It came from the little girl deep inside me who refused to give up. I told myself that I did not need to be perfect. I did not need everyone to like my writing. I just needed to write with my true heart, to express what I really felt, and to keep walking on the road I loved. Every time I picked up my pen again after wanting to give up, the light in my heart became a little brighter.

Slowly, I began to understand that difficulties were not meant to stop me. They were meant to make me stronger. Tiredness, confusion, and self-doubt were all part of growing up. Every time I overcame a hard moment, I became braver. Every time I kept writing instead of giving up, I was one step closer to my dream. I no longer feared the dark days, because I knew that the light in my heart would always lead me out.

Writing has changed me in many ways. It taught me to look at the world gently, to notice the small happiness that others often ignore, and to love life more deeply. When I write, I forget all my worries. I feel free, peaceful, and truly alive. This wonderful feeling makes me sure that I will never stop writing.

I will keep this light in my heart forever. It will warm me when I feel cold, guide me when I cannot see the road, and encourage me when I want to give up. I will keep writing, keep observing, and keep loving. I will let this light shine not only in my heart but also in the hearts of those who read my stories.

One day, people will read my book and feel the warmth and courage from my words. They will realize that they are not alone on their own roads. They will also find their own light and keep going bravely. That is the best gift I want to give to the world through my writing.

With light in my heart and a pen in my hand, I will keep walking. I will keep going, no matter how long or hard the road is. I believe that as long as the light in my heart never goes out, I will never stop moving forward.