The Power of Thoughts

2014 was a shitty year for me. So at the beginning of 2015, the very first words I wrote in my journal were: 2015 will be better. Believe.

Indeed, it was.

2015 had been a roller coaster ride as I try to reach for my dreams. The highest point being when I finally got into the media; the lowest point being that feeling of a familiar burn out towards the end of last year.

I have this burning passion to tell stories from the ground. But I was hired to be an armchair journalist and was constantly writing about stabbing, shooting, rallying.

Perhaps I was just tired of crime stories, but I somehow felt tired of writing. Normally I would be so excited to grab my journal and pour my heart out as soon as I got home, but I started resenting the craft.

Instead of letting my thoughts flow into words, I went for the brush and paint. It was a mediocre attempt, though. Deep inside, I knew that my art is still writing.

So when 2016 opened, I wrote: Writing will take me to heights unimagined.

Surprisingly, with the half of the year through, I think I’m almost correct.

First, I was able to revive this blog from its near death. I am happy to say that I will not lose the momentum to keep on updating my readers anytime soon.

I’ve also been very fortunate to bag a few interesting writing sidelines. It helps give me another sort of identity as a writer and it makes me believe that there are still lots of good in the world.

I am positive that the rest of the year will bring out the best of my writer self. I am still looking for ways to better my craft and for opportunities that indeed will take me to heights I never dreamed of.

Response to the daily prompt: Prophecy

Reset

There’s the corporate ladder climb. There are bills to be paid. There are friends who probably are not. Then there’s the weather to worry about.

So much is going on, I think I’m about to go crazy. However, I have to hold on.

When life gets to be this tough, I wonder why I ever dreamed of growing up. I wonder why I was so excited about packing my things up and tackling things all alone. 

But at long last the night has come and I can finally slow down and take the deepest of deep breaths. 

It’s so nice to sit still in this quiet. No worries, no fears. I, at last, can be empty.

Into and Out of A Maze

Just last year, I was struggling to reach for the door which leads to my dream.
It was way beyond my comfort zone. I was scared. But I reached for it.
I went in and found a maze. Some turns were a delight to be in. Friends were made, good times shared, love was found.
But some turns were challenging. It was tough and it wouldn’t allow to be forgotten. There, foes, mistakes, and lessons abound.
By now, I feel like I’m nearing the end of the maze. I feel like a crossroad is dawning.
And, just like a year ago, there’s that hesitation, that feeling of wanting to stay yet wanting to go, of wanting to hold on yet eager to let go.