Didn't know I have an interest at something

    Have you heard the saying "a pen is mightier than the sword"? The Philippines celebrated the National Heroes Day yesterday (August 26, 2024) to which the people of today dedicate for the actual people who can really support the said quotation. 

    I am not one to say that writing is the kind of hobby that you will enjoy doing everyday. It takes too much of time, creative ideas to come up for a good article just so to make the people enjoy what they're reading, the elaboration of the single idea to convey what the writer really meant to deliver, and a spectrum of qualities to consider such as to justify the questions: is it worth my time? is it true? is there something I can learn from reading this? Writing is a tough nut to crack in all senses.

This is probably the reason I purposely eradicated the idea that writing can give me something in the future. Even in simple ways like making me happy. Although I felt the people around me believed that I have a talent in doing so, I brushed the sentiments and preceded to be practical. I have worked as an IT-QA to pay my dues and bills and never came back to writing. I have done it before because my teachers and professors required us to do so not because I like doing it. When you are a child, all that is taught to you is to follow your educators to get good marks at school. I hated that. Schooling is tough. You are literally blocked by four walls to learn what's on the syllabus. All the restrictions, marks to reach in order to pass, gives you a sense that one's intellect can be precisely measured by other's judgement -the schoolboard system. I respected that all through out. My thinking is, in order for me to get a good paying job, I shouldn't be doing writing because according to my grades, I'm not smart enough to keep up on the everyday struggles of brainstorming. I wouldn't want to exhaust myself by thinking too much. I knew I could not handle it and I don't want my doctor to say that the reason for me getting sick is because I write. I put my pen down and never came back. 

Writing is a hobby I didn't imagine liking.

Probably the biggest plot twist in my early 30s is having to enjoy writing. Sometimes, late at night, I could not put myself to sleep because there's a lot of ideas coming out of my head. It kind of feels like the cognitive part of my brain won't shut because of ideas popping up here and there. I don't know how to stop them. Until one day, I decided to start a blog for myself. I didn't know by then that the first post I published is the start of something surprising and the end of the search for what I will be doing for those sleepless nights. A sense of excitement, thrilled, and satisfaction came. Like I was reborn. For the very first time, I smile while I write. I can say that a miracle happen as I didn't really expect something as dull as writing is the therapy I needed. Yup, it's therapeutic for me. I found out that learning can be quite enjoyable if no standards needs to be met. At the same time, when I'm writing, not only a part of my story is shared to the world but also I get to see how I think as a person and that is important to me. To be able to see myself and analyze how I understand.

The world right now is chaotic and people is bombarded with a lot of ideas. Sometimes technology is too progressive that as a person, we can no longer EXAMINE OURSELVES as to how we truly wanted to be. My point is it's not too late to know ones self. Try things out and maybe like me, you'll find the miracle that you needed. 💕