Recently, I have been pondering about where this trail should go. I may have published a few works but I didn't realize that I was being detached from them little by little. I want to write more, in fact, I can say that I am literarily inspired right now. But no matter how I try, my attempts are always a failure. Then, I realized I don't know what to write anymore.
I find it ironic that my creative juices are flowing, but I cannot figure out what kind of story I want to tell the world. I am really confused and I always force myself to think clearly. But, I never found the answers. I decided not to pressure myself anymore. I won't write if I can't.
I already unpublished all of my works as I don't feel connections with them anymore. I enjoyed the ride, but now it's lacking excitement. I originally planned to make a comeback with a Filipino story (either a new one or just continue some of my old ones, I don't know), but I just can't feel it. I want to write more and do it whenever I want to because that's my passion, but I don't know what to write right now. For once I felt this kind of pressure and stress with the things I love, and even though it's naturally a part of life, I couldn't figure out how to escape from this labyrinth of confusion.
I'm the kind of person who's skeptical about the idea of surrender. I don't want to submit easily or accept defeat when I know there's still a way to go around. I am that ambitious. But now's different. Despite of my stern devotion to my passion, leaving is inevitable.
I will leave and rethink my choices. As I get out of this, I will be faced by two seperate paths - come back with a better idea or leave permanently. I will still write - no doubt about that. But one thing is for sure - it's a farewell for now.
NVRizales