This wanting to write has always been in me. It started as a dream of having my own article published in a newspaper to having a regular column. Then, feeding from its own fire, this vagary grew into having my own books. Years went by, yet to this day, this remains to be an elusive quest.
Why it is in me and where did it start continues to befuddle me in my constant soul searching. I cannot recall anyone in our uncomplicated yet dignified blood line, who successfully had an article published nor even tried to at least and unwittingly passed this itch. And my life, uninteresting as it is to my judgment, has not really prepared me for this.
I have always believed that God has seeded it in me. I may as well call it a calling that is just all along waiting to be tapped. Randomly, with helplessness, words and ideas sometimes flow steadily like water from a well that never ebbs. And in these times, myself flustered, I have never managed to harness its full advantage.
I tried initiating this myself, but could not. Leaving me more confused than awed. The problem maybe, is that I am completely lost where to start. Every time I tried picking it up, as soon as my fingers touched the keypad, the drive just as soon vanished from within. Still, that longing persists.
And this, it could be said, is my first foray into that wish. Hoping that this could be the same as removing that sole stone that blocks a spring from flowing. Or that beautiful butterfly that gets its first glimpse of light and see that there is a totally different life than being inside its cocoon. And as I go along this learning, bear with me, and be with me. Who knows what it will bring us in the end. We might as well together enjoy every thing else in between.
Why it is in me and where did it start continues to befuddle me in my constant soul searching. I cannot recall anyone in our uncomplicated yet dignified blood line, who successfully had an article published nor even tried to at least and unwittingly passed this itch. And my life, uninteresting as it is to my judgment, has not really prepared me for this.
I have always believed that God has seeded it in me. I may as well call it a calling that is just all along waiting to be tapped. Randomly, with helplessness, words and ideas sometimes flow steadily like water from a well that never ebbs. And in these times, myself flustered, I have never managed to harness its full advantage.
I tried initiating this myself, but could not. Leaving me more confused than awed. The problem maybe, is that I am completely lost where to start. Every time I tried picking it up, as soon as my fingers touched the keypad, the drive just as soon vanished from within. Still, that longing persists.
And this, it could be said, is my first foray into that wish. Hoping that this could be the same as removing that sole stone that blocks a spring from flowing. Or that beautiful butterfly that gets its first glimpse of light and see that there is a totally different life than being inside its cocoon. And as I go along this learning, bear with me, and be with me. Who knows what it will bring us in the end. We might as well together enjoy every thing else in between.
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