Why do you write?
Cha asked me this question yesterday. She reads my blog every time I tell her that I've posted my work. All of a sudden, I paused and thought about it all night until now. Why do I write? This question can not be answered by my usual "I dunno... Should there be reason?" line, that's for sure. I traced back to the years when I blogged about random things and emotional "boo-hoo" moments and stumbled to a certain time line where I'm not even aware that something like a blog even exists. And here, my story starts...
The year was 2000. I was a freshman at a university somewhere down South. Being the loner that I partly am, I swung by myself most of the time. Maybe it's because that my classmates' interests didn't get my attention at all. Don't get me wrong... I'm pretty aware of overly social things like clubbing and partying with random people to your heart's content. It's just that I'm not into it, or maybe my activities usually involve coordinating with a group of very close friends. But anyway...
I was exploring my first years of college life with a bespectacled wonder by the name of Carla. I honestly did mind having her company at first, because I was such an idiot of a loner then shooing her off most of the time, considering we're able to talk a lot about things we're very much interested in (video games, local anime and trivial information to be specific). How she got my respect with all that I've done is still a mystery.
She told me one day that she wanted me to visit her very first website, named 204am.com. She placed some of her best literary works and posted a link where it'll take you to her journal. I visited it whenever I had a chance while it was still open and read her entries...
Now...Back in high school, I'm known by my own literary pieces in the poetry department. I chose that field at that time because you're free to express yourself and have your thoughts and emotions fit using a few words... But Carla's entries are exceptional... If I were to describe it in layman's terms, it can be compared to watching a show on a really big HD TV screen. I have to admit, that I was her fan when it comes to writing.
Knowing that never in a million years will I be able to do something compared to that, I started writing my own articles, in hopes that with this I'd be be able to find a world within me that's yet to be discovered.
I've had a lot of blogs started and discontinued because I was constantly searching for something to write about, when it should come out spontaneously. It always end up as a tiring read, even if most of them are short entries. Tiring, because most of my entries are personal as it is tad bit too dark and emotional. That's how it was. I've learned and tried to veer away from thoughts similar to that fashion but also ended up disappointed because It just looked and read like any other blog. I was able to pick up the pieces in hopes that my past mistakes don't surface in this year's entry.
Why do I write? Here's the answer I'm able to put up at this time:
I'm writing because I'd like to have my own voice, my opinionated response to what the world says...
I'm writing because I'd like to share my uniqueness to the world, in hopes that they would understand me too. (I know this is a tad bit too optimistic, but let this reason pass, please?)
I'm writing because I would like to unload all the unsaid words that I have kept through the years. I would like to be happier and stress-free when I'm with the people I co-exist.
And I'm still writing because I'm still to discover the world-- that unchartered territory hidden in me, in hopes that finding it would make me whole.
To those who haven't read my blog yet, please find time to read it. Though I don't normally update it on a daily basis, I assure you that this won't be a tiring site to read on to. :)
Cha asked me this question yesterday. She reads my blog every time I tell her that I've posted my work. All of a sudden, I paused and thought about it all night until now. Why do I write? This question can not be answered by my usual "I dunno... Should there be reason?" line, that's for sure. I traced back to the years when I blogged about random things and emotional "boo-hoo" moments and stumbled to a certain time line where I'm not even aware that something like a blog even exists. And here, my story starts...
The year was 2000. I was a freshman at a university somewhere down South. Being the loner that I partly am, I swung by myself most of the time. Maybe it's because that my classmates' interests didn't get my attention at all. Don't get me wrong... I'm pretty aware of overly social things like clubbing and partying with random people to your heart's content. It's just that I'm not into it, or maybe my activities usually involve coordinating with a group of very close friends. But anyway...
I was exploring my first years of college life with a bespectacled wonder by the name of Carla. I honestly did mind having her company at first, because I was such an idiot of a loner then shooing her off most of the time, considering we're able to talk a lot about things we're very much interested in (video games, local anime and trivial information to be specific). How she got my respect with all that I've done is still a mystery.
She told me one day that she wanted me to visit her very first website, named 204am.com. She placed some of her best literary works and posted a link where it'll take you to her journal. I visited it whenever I had a chance while it was still open and read her entries...
Now...Back in high school, I'm known by my own literary pieces in the poetry department. I chose that field at that time because you're free to express yourself and have your thoughts and emotions fit using a few words... But Carla's entries are exceptional... If I were to describe it in layman's terms, it can be compared to watching a show on a really big HD TV screen. I have to admit, that I was her fan when it comes to writing.
Knowing that never in a million years will I be able to do something compared to that, I started writing my own articles, in hopes that with this I'd be be able to find a world within me that's yet to be discovered.
I've had a lot of blogs started and discontinued because I was constantly searching for something to write about, when it should come out spontaneously. It always end up as a tiring read, even if most of them are short entries. Tiring, because most of my entries are personal as it is tad bit too dark and emotional. That's how it was. I've learned and tried to veer away from thoughts similar to that fashion but also ended up disappointed because It just looked and read like any other blog. I was able to pick up the pieces in hopes that my past mistakes don't surface in this year's entry.
Why do I write? Here's the answer I'm able to put up at this time:
I'm writing because I'd like to have my own voice, my opinionated response to what the world says...
I'm writing because I'd like to share my uniqueness to the world, in hopes that they would understand me too. (I know this is a tad bit too optimistic, but let this reason pass, please?)
I'm writing because I would like to unload all the unsaid words that I have kept through the years. I would like to be happier and stress-free when I'm with the people I co-exist.
And I'm still writing because I'm still to discover the world-- that unchartered territory hidden in me, in hopes that finding it would make me whole.
To those who haven't read my blog yet, please find time to read it. Though I don't normally update it on a daily basis, I assure you that this won't be a tiring site to read on to. :)
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