Write
Away…
It is said that our minds process more than 60,000 images
in a day, and with that thought, I would have to say that the actual and mental
picture being processed by mine may overflow tremendously that I don’t have
anywhere else to vent out to but to pander myself into writing.
As you wonder why I write, allow me to clearly sum it all up in
the simplest way that I know.
I Write To Remember…
More than anything else, I write because I want
to fossilize a smell, a thought, a vision, a touch, an impulsive feeling or a
tinge of pain that I submit myself to. I’ve kept a diary from the time I
started to assume that my life is truly wayward than anyone else. You see, at a
young age, I’m inclined to “overthinking”. I think too much, I think ahead and yes, sometimes, I
do think sideways. It’s only apropos to say that I equally “over-feel”—if
there’s no such word--I’d like to give rise to that... for I feel too much, I
feel ahead and again, I feel sideways.
I started reading before I started schooling (I think...); I’ve
read a lot of books (fiction) and my mind are filled with
every ounce of the characters’ experience, and I’ve lived through every
recollection that I have for each familiarity. I have this leaning towards the
condition of being susceptible and receptive to the beauty of life as well as
its deceitful drawback. I have kept these diaries up until now, and
on occasion I read them… and just like a bolt from the blue, it brings back
memories that I had in the olden days. The vivid smell, the happy wonders, the
giggles, and the tears; they all keep coming back as I leaf through the old
pages of my silly and indignant years.
Diaries grew out of date and so do my youth and I’ve relocated
my thoughts from pages to web blog or what we now know of as BLOG. My mind
conveys its story as my heart reveals its yearnings as I post my entries on my
online diary; Hence, BLOGGING (for me) became a sobriquet for writing… which
drives me to my second analysis.
I Write To Share…
I may not write religiously, In fact, I’m an occasional visitor
of my own blog. I only write if there are pent up emotions that require candor.
I’m someone who keeps my quandaries to me. I would rather keep it to myself
than burden someone else, that’s what I did—for the longest time. Things do not
always go as planned and whenever I’m confounded with life’s mystery, I write
so they’ll understand, I write to be understood, I write so my feelings will be
solidified. I feel that I can write best whenever I’m down in the dumps or
whenever life entails excessive celebration and it is only in these moments
that my mind calls for my emotions to find the words and put it all into
writing. Diaries are meant to be a hush-hush—no one shall see and
read whatever’s written in there. Blogging is somehow lighter, relaxed and
free. You don’t have to dig a hole in a deserted place to bury a diary and hid
it from anyone to see, no locks needed, and most of all, no keys to
misplace.
I write because most of the time I stutter. I suppose my mind
generates thoughts and ideas faster than my tongue could take. It’s easier for
me to lay down my thinking in writing than speaking. I can write down my
opinions better than say it. In writing, I can edit my statements; I can delete
my words for fear that I might offend someone, I can click on backspace
(keyboard) to tone down my purpose and undo every word if I sound too harsh.
I’m more comfortable to share my thoughts in writing than anything else.
I can communicate better and share my sense more. In
short, I am able to share myself best through writing and I’m absorbed better
by the people around me. Having said that, allow me to proceed to my last
intention.
I Write To Inspire…
Experience is the best teacher. We do not need to go through an
experience in order to discern it; my experience and the experience of others
can be a sense of learning. I write because I know that my friends and students
will come across my entries at one point or another, and it always gives a
sense of implication if someone connects through me because of my writing.
Recently, I’ve been encouraging my students to start up a blog. Blogging can minimize tired out periods in Facebook and persuade students to alight in writing. There were hesitations, yet it’s a work in progress. Outputs are submitted online through blogging and it’s even equally rewarding when they embark on the challenge of showcasing their creativity through writing.
Recently, I’ve been encouraging my students to start up a blog. Blogging can minimize tired out periods in Facebook and persuade students to alight in writing. There were hesitations, yet it’s a work in progress. Outputs are submitted online through blogging and it’s even equally rewarding when they embark on the challenge of showcasing their creativity through writing.
Online
journal writing is not a privacy issue for I see it as a challenge for one to
use symbolism and incorporate poetic devices so as not to lay stripped- naked for
the world to pore over. Writing is challenging but when you manage to touch a
heart because of writing; when you’ve consoled a grieving soul, when you’ve
painted a smile on someone’s face during a dull day, when you’ve inspired
someone to do the same, that’s when you know that it’s a shot in the arm,
that’s when you realize that you’ve found your purpose, that’s when you are
vindicated that indeed, you are ...
Remembered,
Accepted and
Encouraged.
Now, as I’m about to end my thoughts, allow me to just put
my two cents with this:
I find solace in writing as much as I have known freedom and
serenity.
I write to keep my
sanity and it is only through writing that I can be the real me.
Is it a living? Maybe.
Is it a Vocation? Hardly.
Well then, is it a calling? Probably.
One thing is for sure and you better take
heed,
I write because I want to—not for anything--
but out of need.
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