Writing is a lot like life. That is what I’ve learned after all the years of pen and paper in hand. Probably one of the main reasons why I turned to this craft was that I wanted to get away and pour out my angst, rants and towards Life and what it has caused me to be. I thought that I would finally be a happy man but I was wrong, as wrong as barking on the wrong tree! It was then I realized that I’ve actually found myself a match to constantly fight and wrestle with. Writing has been my inner demon since, well, if you know what I mean.
But it was through my will though, not in the genes, not a capability I was born with, that I managed to get through all those challenges alive. I really had to struggle and endure my first thousand failures. There even came a time that I almost admitted that I’m really no good at nothing at all. Scrutiny and criticisms could easily do that to me, but I knew that I must keep pressing on. And indeed it was true! For it would all pay up in the end as I learned great things, and unlearned rubbish I didn’t need. I learned that mistakes, aside from my Mom, really are one of the greatest teachers, and that’s the only way our mistakes seem to be worthwhile.
Now I may not be perfect, I may not be the number one but that wouldn’t stop me from writing. For years I believed that it would make me a better person, only to realize that writing isn’t for me any longer but for the people like you who reads what I write. And that gives me more reason to never give up on my craft. For as long as there is life and things worthy to be shared, my pen shall keep on writing and I’ll always be as happy as a clam, because this is what I really love to do—and one of my life’s purposes, I think.
Again, writing is a lot like life, one thing I’ve learned with all the years of pen and paper in hand. Like something as simple as a pen that puts our ideas into works of art and literature, you have the power to make your dreams into reality whatever kind person you may be. It doesn’t depend on what brand of pencil you are, or from what level of society you are from. What matters most is the core, your heart and mind. Believe and work and it shall happen, otherwise, don’t fret because there will always be another chance to clean up your mess and do better.
And let me tell you something more important. A paper, like that life you are living now, is a very fragile thing, simple yet so precious and delicate that you have to be careful with it. Many people throw away their lives or live it for the wrong reasons and for the wrong things. Why? It’s the fad nowadays! But you shouldn’t be like them. You may be good, you may be bad, or you might be the worst but surely you can still do much better than that. A paper is a useless thing only if you let it, and the same way goes with life. And you yourself is a writer because you write your own story, you direct your own paths, either in triumph or into failure, and whatever happens it’s only you to thank or to blame. So press on! You can still make up for the mess and screw-ups you’ve made in the past. However, keep in mind that life is short and only one thing is certain: the pen will dry up, the paper will run out of space. Before you knew it you’ve almost reached the denouement, the finale. The choice is yours. Will you end happy or not? It’s all up to you to make and the time is now.
sinulat ko ang artikulo na ‘yan maraming buwan na ang nakakaraan at itinago lang sa Drafts dahil hindi ako nagagandahan. hindi naman kasi talaga ako magaling. mahilig lang talaga ako magsulat dahil ito lang ata ang pinakamakabuluhang bagay na magagawa ko buhay. pero masakit lang isipin na hindi ko napanindigan ang mga katagang sinulat at mga pangakong binitiwan ko sa inyo. pakiramdam ko nga hindi ako ang nagsulat niyan dahil parang sa akin tumatama ang lahat. dahil ngayon, hindi ko rin alam kung may bukas pa akong aasahan dahil hindi na talaga ako makakapagaral ngayong taon. bigo na naman ako. at hindi ko na alam kung maniniwala pa ba ako sa sarili ko...