Instead of consuming my time watching Netflix, I decided to go back to my first love –writing. Since I wasn’t busy these past few weeks, I think I’m becoming less productive. I felt the need to do something fruitful, or just anything to keep my mind busy. I was scrolling the internet and ran over different people’s blogs. It’s comforting to read their whereabouts, travel stories, lifestyle, or just random thoughts. Finding people with the same interest and passion as mine is heartening, so I decided to write again.
I’ve been writing since I was a kid. During my grade school days, I used to write fictional stories and my classmates were my avid readers. I started writing and compiling poetry during high school until college. I used to believe I’m going to be a professional writer or a journalist, but that never happened. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a good writer anyway, just loved doing it. I never had proper training.
I graduated with an Engineering degree, not even close to a writing course. But I never stopped writing. I had a Blogger account that served as my diary, but unlike in my childhood days, I allowed few people to visit my website (but I’m not sure if they find it interesting haha). It’s more likely that my account was for my own eyes only. I would rather strangers read my works because I’m too diffident, they don’t know me anyway.
So, what, when, and why I write?
I find peace in every word I write when I’m sad, heartbroken, and frustrated. I write when I want to express the things I can’t voice out. Writing lessens the burden in my heart or the happiness that I can’t contain. When I have a story to tell but nobody wants to listen, I write.
I write to lift myself when I’m down, pouring my heavy heart. When my world seems to fall apart, I can find the pieces through writing.
I write to remember the places I’ve been, the bliss I felt on moments I might not experience again. Writing good memories keep on lifting my soul.
I write when nobody cares. I write letters to people I want to have a conversation with but might not want to hear anything from me. Some people only listen to what they want to hear.
I even write to people I never met, and I wish someone could understand.
I make up stories I wish I can be a part of. Writing about the places I pray I can go makes me feel closer. I write everything that my heart contains. I write even when I’m not sure If it’s worth writing.
Writing makes me happy, no matter how self-doubting I am. I still dare to express it through written words.
If I can’t convince myself to feel okay, writing makes me understand what’I’m supposed to do. I’m not the type who has too many friends, writing became my best friend.
I write not aiming for fame, I’m not even sure if someone might find it appealing, but I still make one.
I write because I want to write. And there’s no more explaining to that.