writing is my passion.
I have been writing for at least 20 years- initially to help overcome misguided feelings and as a therapeutic mechanism when life was at its lowest. It seamed for a long time this was when I was most inspired to write. I have learned in recent times that I have the ability to write about anything given a topic or just simply when I'm in a state of calm. The first poem I ever wrote and memorized was called "Pain" . I wrote it in 2001(now on my spoken word album ("Tenses") during what was such a hectic time for me. The twin towers had just fallen. chaos and confusion consumed just about every aspect of my life from close friends passing to sudden life changes in to adulthood.
"Pain " it seams was my mantra for a long time. When I wrote the poem I believed that the pain that I put myself through was imperative to become the man that I needed to be, and that pain was well deserved and very necessary. When I think about it now I tortured myself, and began to numb myself from all things that I deemed were weaknesses in a toxic life style I saw now way out of. Contrary to popular belief I was wrong in every way. The energy and strength that I have was always there, and if I had directed it in a more constructive way I would have been better off.
Today I use what I have been through as motivation and to show others that everything good in life is worth fighting for. I'm hoping to one day reach the masses with my writing and give encouragement to those who question hope and faith. To give hope to my children that the world is a magnificent place when looked at from wondrous eyes and faith. There are no mistakes just lessons. Granted some lessons have a higher price if not learned and they are repeated (that is also the definition of insanity). That is when acceptance is needed.
My writing expresses what I believe, what I see, and it is the legacy I choose to leave behind when I expire. This is why I write, this is my passion and my purpose. There are so many obstacles in the process to achieving this goal. I have been working on new endeavors that are challenging but rewarding, Such as Reciting performance poems on stage. As of late I have really been gravitating towards fiction and telling stories with my experiences loosely intertwined to stay true to myself, and hopefully benefit readers in a positive way. When it comes to writing I have always wrote honestly in all aspects. writing about my life and my journey through poems and short stories. When I finish a piece, I reflect in the notion of over coming battles and becoming a better writer in the process.
Laying out these perspectives to initially bring them to fruition is one of the important steps to achieving any of my goals. Having something to say that readers can relate to is another. Finding the words that resonate with like minded people. Finding an audience, I believe it is about how we can interact. Within the core of us all is the need for relationships. W'eve There are similarities between all human beings, Man and women Children's to adults. Life takes us through familiar circumstances and I believe stories can emulate our journeys. Relating is a human quality in so many ways. Weather good or bad the human experience and connection we share can help individuals find there way. I have an eagerness and an ability to to tell my story particularly in writing form, maybe you all will see yourselves in them. Join me in my writing exploration, take a tour through my mind and allow me to touch yours in every way possible.
About the Creator
Chamiyo De Lille
My name is Chamiyo Duarte De Lille better known as "Chamz" I am a spoken-word artist, writer, and a poet. I use my writing to express myself and hopefully to touch other people, helping them to over come any of life's challenges.
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By Taylor Rigsby19 days ago in Motivation
The Last Train from Brighthaven
s In the coastal town of Brighthaven, where the North Sea winds brushed against old brick houses and narrow streets, lived a young man named Elias. Brighthaven had once been famous for its shipyards and factories, but over time, the machines fell silent and the docks grew quiet. Tourists still came in summer to admire the lighthouse and drink coffee near the harbor, but for people like Elias, opportunities felt as distant as the ships that no longer arrived. Elias worked at a small grocery shop near the train station. Every morning, he stacked bread on wooden shelves and arranged apples into neat pyramids. He did this with care, though inside he felt restless. He had dreamed of becoming an engineer—someone who could design clean energy systems and help towns like Brighthaven find new life. But after his father lost his job and his mother fell ill, Elias had put his dreams aside to support his family. Each evening, when his shift ended, Elias sat on a bench by the railway tracks. Trains passed through Brighthaven but rarely stopped for long. He liked to imagine where they were going: Berlin, Paris, Amsterdam, Rome. Cities where people built things, created ideas, and chased ambitions. To him, the train symbolized motion, while his own life felt stuck. One winter evening, as snow dusted the platform, Elias noticed an elderly woman struggling with her suitcase. Without thinking, he rushed to help her carry it up the station steps. She thanked him warmly and asked his name. They sat together on the bench while waiting for her train. “You look like someone who is waiting for more than a train,” she said with a smile. Elias laughed awkwardly. “I guess I am.” The woman introduced herself as Marta. She was a retired architect traveling to visit her granddaughter. As they talked, Elias mentioned his dream of becoming an engineer and working with renewable energy. He admitted he had never been to university and doubted he ever would. Marta listened carefully. Then she said something that stayed with him: “Dreams do not disappear because life becomes difficult. They only wait for courage.” Before boarding her train, she handed Elias a small notebook. On the first page, she had written a single sentence: Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can. That night, Elias could not sleep. He opened the notebook and began writing his thoughts—his frustrations, his ideas, and his fears. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to imagine a different future again. He started small. After work, he used free online courses from European universities and open platforms to study basic engineering and energy systems. His internet connection was slow, and sometimes he fell asleep over his laptop, but he kept going. While his friends spent evenings complaining about the lack of jobs, Elias quietly built knowledge. Months passed. Spring arrived, and with it, a new sense of purpose. Elias began experimenting with simple projects. Using recycled materials, he built a small solar-powered charger for phones. He showed it to customers in the shop, and soon word spread through town. People were curious. Some laughed, but others encouraged him. One day, the mayor of Brighthaven visited the shop and saw the small device on the counter. Impressed, he invited Elias to present his ideas at a community meeting. Nervous but determined, Elias spoke about renewable energy and how small coastal towns could benefit from solar panels and wind systems. He did not use complicated words; he spoke from the heart. “I don’t want to leave Brighthaven behind,” he said. “I want to help it move forward.” The meeting did not bring instant change, but it brought something just as powerful: belief. A local business owner offered to sponsor Elias for a technical training program in a nearby city. It was not a full university degree, but it was a step. A real one. Leaving Brighthaven for training felt like boarding the train he had watched for years. As the doors closed, he looked out at the familiar streets and felt both fear and excitement. He carried Marta’s notebook in his bag, now filled with sketches, notes, and plans. Training was hard. Elias struggled with mathematics and technical language. He failed his first major test and thought about quitting. But he remembered Marta’s words: Do what you can. He asked for help, studied late, and tried again. The second time, he passed. Two years later, Elias returned to Brighthaven—not as a grocery shop worker, but as a trained energy technician. With the support of the local council, he helped install solar panels on the roofs of public buildings and proposed small wind turbines near the coast. Jobs were created. Young people began to see a future in their own town again. One summer afternoon, Elias sat once more on the bench by the railway tracks. A train arrived, and among the passengers was Marta, walking slowly with her suitcase. Elias recognized her instantly. “You kept your promise to yourself,” she said after hearing his story. Elias smiled. “You gave me the first push.” Marta shook her head. “No. I only reminded you that the road already existed.” As the sun dipped behind the lighthouse, Elias realized something important: motivation is not a sudden miracle. It is a series of small decisions—made on cold evenings, after long workdays, in moments when quitting feels easier than continuing. His journey did not begin with a scholarship or a big opportunity. It began with a notebook, a conversation, and the courage to take one small step forward. And in a town once known for what it had lost, a new story was being written—about what could still be built. Moral of the Story: Motivation is not about waiting for the perfect chance. It is about creating movement when life feels still. Wherever you are in Europe—or anywhere in the world—your future can start with the smallest action today.
By Iazaz hussain6 days ago in Motivation
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