Writing an autobiography
I’m finally starting to write a story based on my life. I don’t really want to it to be called an “autobiography”, that title is something that most people write towards the end of their life. I feel like my life, despite all the negatives, is just finally beginning.
I started writing without really knowing where to begin. I found that reading the autobiographies of my personal heroes have helped a great deal. I had no idea Abraham Lincoln failed in business twice, his fiancée died, he had a nervous breakdown, and he was defeated in eight elections before he became president. I simply didn’t know any of that before I read his 3 autobiographies. Not only did reading his story help me with structure, but it was highly inspirational. I am stopping with all the bullshit excuses and being exactly who I want to be!
Before I could even begin writing a story about my life, I had to get a general idea of my motives. I had to ask myself a few questions. Why am I choosing to do this? What will I gain? What will I lose? Who will be my audience?
The decision became final when I realized how amazing my story would be if I articulated it well enough. I have beaten the odds so many times in life, I have taken my abilities to bounce back from hardships for granted for too long. Just the act of writing my story causes them to really sink in. I was told time and time again I would never walk again by medical professionals. Here I am today, I walk freely unassisted. Fed up with how things were going in my life, I boarded a greyhound to South Florida with no money, no contacts, and no plan. I slept on the beach, and within a week I had a job, within a month an apartment. I spent a year in living on south beach in Miami. I met a ton of people from all over the world, almost all of whom I am in regular contact with.
I realize my accomplishments are not great to most, but consider this: Most everyone I grew up with has never left the state of Ohio. Many of them are in prison, some are dead, and most have no direction in life. I know what it is like to feel completely hopeless, the worst kind of despair. It is worse than all the physical pain in the world. I’ve felt it for far too long. I’d rather be tortured in the cruelest ways for a purpose, than live life even comfortably with no purpose. It is my hope, if not my will, that my story will help inspire the hopeless to become a creator. Creating is now my purpose.
The theme of my story is quite simple. A hopeless person gets tired of his surroundings, goes on a journey, and finds his creative abilities. Prior to the journey I had thought I was without social skills. I didn’t have many friends (People who care without motive). I hadn’t had anyone who encouraged me. Almost everyone I knew had a negative outlook on life. I always heard can’t, won’t, and don’t. “I can” wasn’t a dominating phrase for anyone I knew. I had to travel 1200 miles from home to develop the” I can” mindset. Now I know, “I can” go across the country with no money and no contacts and survive. It proves to me that I stand well on my own two feet. If I can do that, “I can” do anything!
Organizing my story is probably the easiest part. I’ve separated it into only a few sections. My childhood, the crisis point (before going to Florida), and after the crisis. I have an incredible ability to remember things. When I replay my life I often get vivid pictures. I can spend hours upon hours playing back memories. I find that if I spend an hour or so in memory, I can spill out 3 hours of writing none stop.
If I just keep writing I should be done in as little as three months.
Thanks for reading! Godspeed!
Allen Xander Slue
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