The feeling is like opening presents during Christmas. You have waited for so long for this day to finally come. There is an inexplicable joy in your heart and you know for certain that whatever is inside the box, it will make you happy.
This is my sentiment about writing.
I must say it, I have postponed writing for so so long.
Back in high school, I had a notebook with all the poems that I have written ever since I started to write. I remember I was in my third year (this would be 9th grade) when I started joining writing competitions. Somehow I always made it in those contests but for the national event. That was the 2000 National Schools Press Conference and I was in the Editorial writing English category. I wasn’t lucky (or talented) enough to make it then. It was a great experience though. Before the writing contest begun we were given some tips on writing by no less than the editor-in-chief of the Inquirer Magazine. (The Inquirer is one of, if not the most widely read news publication in our country).
What I remember about those times when I write, was that, I wrote without expectation. I do not even openly share my poems to my friends except for few of them. I have started writing since first year but I know they only found out I write in our third year. My purpose for writing has always been to express myself and to write out my thoughts. Being in high school and all that changes and emotions we get through in our adolescent years, I was almost prolific. There was even a time when one of my classmates asked me to write a poem for a girl he was interested in. I couldn’t help smiling at the thought of that. Without expectations, and so every time someone appreciates my work it never fails to amaze me. There is a different sort of happiness that it brings, something that I could not associate with anything else.
You must have noticed that my early articles when coming back were mostly about writing. The first time I joined Triond it was because I was going through some rough times in my life and I could not think of any way to deal with it than to write. I had frustrations, I was deeply hurt and to a point that even writing about it felt like a chore. So I stopped, and for a long time I was idle.
I could not remember exactly what spurred me to write again. It was probably the novels and books I read, and then I also discovered this channel in YouTube that plays out really really good music. It must have been the world conspiring to make me write again. The timing is just so right I cannot help but think that I have been pushed (and rightly so) to write again.
Well now I am getting too sentimental, but here is the thing. I was given a present and it’s not even Christmas. This present had been waiting to be opened all those years, and now I simply cannot postpone it anymore. We often hear it said that when you are living on what you love, you will truly live. My present was for me to finally know that this is where I belong. At this point, I want to believe that I have found that missing piece of my being. It is like having a second chance with a love that once was lost and believe me, I know how this feels, I could write a novel about this field. (Winks and laughs.)
This one is for all of us who undoubtedly know that writing is part of our life. Live and Love!