i honestly dont know where ill go with this one
i remember during pandemic when i found out about this passion. that, out of nowhere i just want to venture writing and asked myself if kaya ba naho? my friends were supportive and it pushed me. until, my love had crushed it down and i was embarrassed because he spit some words. i cried in the bathroom, there was power outage and i was crying silently
fast forward, i wanted to prove myself. the itch of writing my world down was escalating as time pass by. i loved reading my essays. im astonished to read aloud my journal entries. i know i can. i know i have the capabilities. i know i just have it in me
i trust myself. i believed in myself and in what i can do, in what i want
but, you know, as i actually enter the world of writing, publicized my works and promoted it, i was faced with numerous what ifs and hesitations that i, myself, created
from the confident, and passionate aspiring writer to the anxious and demotivated individual, im fading
and im losing the will but im still holding on. because despite the doubts stored, i know God had plans for me
thinking of having my words halted, it hurt me. there was a shade of what if inside me. because after all, i write for myself. i write to entertain myself.
i write because i love writing. i enjoy writing. i write because i am invested in reading and i want to present myself something entertaining, something closer to my heart, something special
yes, i have dreams. yes, i have goals. but before that, i aim to satisfy my own
as what my fav authors have said, love your own. enjoy the process, and the right readers will find you
for now, ill have my published novel "Exactly Where You Left Me" undergo revision. 'Til then, I wish to fulfill my satisfaction and impress myself
In the end, i only pray that i could look at my own craft with pride, and not with shame
after all, i write for me. i got to impress me
