This writing started a while ago with tons of letters I wrote as an apology to the one I screw up her life for several times. Wherever you are, I’m really sorry. It then became a path to express how I felt to the one who flipped my world around through text messages I sent to her. I guess I should thank you because I discovered something out of that experience. It was later the pages and the pen I used to fill them, but that became a little slow and extra work because I was already familiar with how computers work, although that resulted into piles of pages saved in it with no use.

I had no reason to stop though because it felt so good whenever I find a page full within a short time, when words would just easily flow out of my mind into those pieces of paper, before I know it I’m approaching the last few pages of the book. It kind of became addictive I ended up using my pen as a friend and an excuse to entertain myself whenever I get bored and put it on a page to display my thoughts when I have a lot in my mind.

I love writing because it always finds a way to set your mind free, motivate you when you are down, give you reasons to give it a try when you’ve disappointed yourself because when you can’t go on, you can just read through everything and that alone will give you a push to go on, but I don’t consider myself a writer because that’s not what I am, nor story teller, that’s not what I am either, but I fill every piece of paper that’s there to be used with every word that passes my mind, as a result I have more books filled with incomplete stories and ideas than pens and blank papers to put more down, probably no back bone to deliver them to those with eyes and ears to notice the potential behind them knowing that sometimes deliveries don’t make it to their designated destination. They lose the address, sometimes they lose the value upon arrival, fail to meet the receiver’s expectations, becoming a disappointment to the receiver.

Writing is easy, especially when you are the only judge of the story because whatever you feed your mind about your writing abilities will not be questioned. You can go on and on for as long as you want, that’s ok. It’s different though when you write for other people because you need to consider their reaction towards the story you wrote down. Some people will criticize, some give suggestions but some will just close the page and read something else, and that’s where the problem lies, because when you get it out there you want people to read it, meet their expectations and give them a reason to come back again and that’s the challenging part because you start so well sometimes but along the way you turn to wonder, am I doing the right thing, am I going to be able to absorb the pressure that will be presented by this, disappointment when they come up but the answers don’t usually come by when you need them the most and the sad part about questioning yourself is, you can’t really answer all the questions you ask.

The bible says though
Colossians 3:23 “whatever you do, work at it whole heartedly as though you were doing it for the Lord and not for men”
I guess that means if you love writing, keep challenging your writing abilities, expand your creativity without boundaries. If you’re a dreamer, make your dreams known without limitations as if you’re doing it for the Lord because sometimes pleasing men can be impossible to achieve.

“It’s all about one day at a time”
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