Random Blabbings

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This blab is not really random and is brought to by Watashigairuyo's interesting and thought-provoking questions: When do you think someone stop being a writer? Is it when they completely stop writing? Stop publishing their work? Do they really even “stop” being one? Do you ever think of quitting?

Hmm.

A long time ago, I learned about nouns and verbs. Yeah, we’re going English grammar here, bear with me.

Anyway. Noun is the doer of the action. The subject of the sentence. Verbs, on the other hand, are the action. The motion. The state of being.

Now, because English is both a pain in the arse and a wonder, most words can function as one or more parts of speech.

For example, “English” on its own is a noun but the same word, “English,” on “English Teacher” is an adjective.

There are, of course, words that can change function with a little addition of letters or more popularly known as inflection which express grammatical meaning.

For example, the word “teach” going through inflection or the addition of “-er” would then become “teacher.”

Verb to noun, real quick.

Like, “write” to “writer.”

In a snap, something that a person does becomes who that person is.

I want all of us to linger in this smol influence of grammar.

It was in this that I stopped calling meself a writer. I’m not a writer but I write.

I do the action which is writing.

But it is not me. It is a part of me, but not the whole me.

A long time ago, I struggled through years of my life working my arse off because people put me in a place I don’t like.

I struggled to stay there.

Even though I didn’t ask to be there.

That is how I learned not to box meself into something.

I am more than the place people put me into. I am more than the nametag they slipped into my neck. I am more than all of that.

See, calling meself a “writer” is like another nametag that I will be boxing meself into. Calling meself a writer would mean that I will struggle to be a writer even though I don’t feel like writing.

In conclusion, I write. But that’s not the only thing I do. Because I also read. I cry. I bleed. I dance in joy and jump in sadness. I draw. I play. I sing and I cook. I breathe. I rest. I passionately rant in my soapbox. I am human and therefore do things that normal humans do.

Sabi nga ni Taylor Swift, patron saint of productivity, we shouldn’t be condemned for being multifaceted.

Now, to answer the question. When, in my opinion, we stop writing?

Hmm.  

But when do we even start? Is it when we published stories for the internet to see? Or when we started writing down for our own pleasure? Is it when we started daydreaming scenarios? Or when we started following the trail of our thoughts?

Because to answer the question of when a person stops writing, we need to know when they even started doing it.

Is it when they went through a break-up and wrote the feels down to cope? Then, they will most likely stop writing after the feels run dry. Or when they’re finally settled down.

.For all the people who started writing for a reason, they will stop once the reason is already gone. Or fulfilled.

I don’t also think stopping from writing is an unfortunate thing. But more on they found a different thing to do now. They are out of the box they once find comfort in. It’s not exactly a sad goodbye, but more of a new path to travel into. Although, of course, this depends on the reason of stopping as well. There’s a person I badly want to start writing once more because I kind of think she needs to write to breathe.

As for me, I never thought of quitting simply because it’s not an option.

And, no, it’s not because writing is my passion for passions are tough flames to sustain burning and I have no intention of ever burning meself just to write. That will defeat the purpose of breathing through writing. If there’s anything, writing is clearing my head. I should be breathing lighter, not heavier.

See, this blab is long overdue. Watashigairuyo asked the question weeksssss ago. But I put writing the blab at the backseat because I have a lot of things to do and commitments to show up into. I tested meself, until when can I carry these thoughts in? Until when can I shut up? Until when can I ignore the thought about the topic? Until when can I ignore the urge to write?

It’s safe to say the days have been extra heavy and dragging. It's always at the back of mind and I'm always fully aware of it. It’s a baggage I have to carry everywhere because I can’t put it down yet.

I don’t also think that writing is phase that has an ending and a beginning because I believe writing is not just putting these thoughts into paper or an empty word document. Writing is the arduous process of tracking my thoughts in order to present it to people this way. Writing is organising the ideas in my head. Writing is meeting all these characters. Writing is knowing their pains, successes, strengths and rupocness.

So, yeah. I write and when I say write, I mean the whole nine yards of it from the moment I conceived the idea to the moment it is delivered to your (doorsteps) app notifs. Currently, you prolly will think where the hell I write, well, there are tons of ways. For instance, I consider even my tweets as writing, the long ass chats to Jwyn and I’m also a part of a writing community as of the moment. I write just about anywhere, even inside my head.

It is a part of me, and the time may come when I need to shed this part, but for now I breathe in this air and I bask in this light.

*winks

To Watashigairuyo, thank you for the questions! It made me think and I really like that. Here's to more cups of coffee, buddy.

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