I am writing from my demons and hopefully will give realizations to those who reads this little space. I am writing freely as a bird someone who strayed away, who takes that road not taken but still is positive to find it's way. Way to fulfill it's passion and true self.
Where am I writing from?
I am a new member of this page. When asked to indicate what my articles will be all about, I thought of a lot of choices. At first, being specific is what I found important to be able to come up with a uniform genre. This is to avoid confusion to my readers. Then my cup of tea spilled in front of me, tainting the pillowcase on the floor where I placed my sleeping mat on. I don't have the luxury of those elevated bed so all my sleeping stuff are on the floor. (shrugs) Not as what I expected. A sigh, wait, let me rephrase, my deepest sigh which might disturb Poseidon's rest awakened me with a realization that in this world communism never existed so why should I promise to write only one type of genre when life is full of surprises and expressing it can be done in different ways. So I thought of leaving everything to what comes up. "Whatever will, be will be (Que, Sera Sera)" as they say. No more strategic planning like how I planned to put the cup of tea in front of me to see it and avoid it from spilling because it spilled out anyway.
I always have lived a life following rules. No cutting classes, no smoking, no TVs on school weeks (to focus on studies) and no boyfriends not until you graduate college. Are my parents strict? I don't think so. It was just me who is so particular at planning that until now I still plan and have not done a thing, for almost 5 years after college, making myself get stuck in a position I know I can move on from but never did. I saved my skills but I never invested them. You know the difference between saving and investing? Saving is safe while investing is all or nothing. Investing is risky and the problem is I don't want to loose my all. A person told me, when you are younger you are a sponge, you absorb everything and when you get older it will only take one squeeze to take it all out. And in experiencing the real world, indeed, though I never took the risk, all was squeezed out from me (reality's strike). This is the problem of failure especially when you never took a risk yet you still failed. What I meant to say here is failure by not trying is the most depressing part of all. I have the skills only that I never practice them.
I shy away from challenge because of such unknown fear. Now I am doing my passion and having the fear of not being read? Yes. It is also one of those.
The Bravest Thing.
But the bravest thing of all is when you still do it anyway. When you lost, accept it but still not give up without a fight though you thought you lost everything. Fighting without a sword they say is the dullest thing to do and isn't it the same when you've got a sword yet you run and save yourself from the battlefield?
Now, I want to give it a "go" from scratch. No writing credentials, not published , even not a single solid writing experience. This is why I call myself a scribbler. Being called a writer is too big for me. I am writing to where my mind will take me. I am writing from my demons and hopefully will give realizations to those who reads this little space. I am writing freely as a bird someone who strayed away, who takes that road not taken but still is positive to find it's way. Way to fulfill it's passion and true self.
May not matter or may never exist. It is always the ride that counts and I can surely take you to that ride. To those rides I road and is riding and will be riding on.
And from those maybe you can tell me: Where I am really writing from.