There are three things in life that I wish to repeat. Number one on the list is the moment when I first fell in love with writing. As a kid, I adorned my notebooks with phrases of word experimentation and poetic hypotheses. My imaginative mind sharpened its own end to produce graceful thoughts of fantasy in a blank piece of reality. I had all the time to do just that. I was very amused of myself that I knew I was going to be a writer.
Physics tells us that energy can’t be created nor destroyed, but can be transformed from one form to another. I wish to repeat the moment I fell in love with writing because I was transformed into something I am truly proud of. For me, it has always been my imagination and I. The happiness I get from writing purposefully transforms all mundane comprehension to acceptable connotation. I was aiding myself with the fact that my stories can change people’s lives. That kind of energy was transformed by my vision that says I can make things happen. I did make things happen, I did. Unfortunately, I also did not make other things happen.
The future I once saw for myself was something that gave inclusivity to my passion which is writing. I examined that path and allowed people to give their opinion for the sake of ‘making wise decisions for a better future.’ I told everyone that I was going to be a writer. Everyone expressed different reactions. I absorbed every affectionate, sincere, hurtful, positive, and destructive word. I wasn’t getting along with the words that don’t have a place in my vocabulary. It occurred to me that I was being a scalar to my envisioned future. I had all the magnitude to make my passion a reality. Sadly, my mind was diverging from the one point in my life that I wanted to focus on, which is the time I shall truly decide for myself, to another point in my life that I didn’t expect would happen- which is losing faith in myself. I wasn’t facing any direction. I wasn’t following my dream. I turned away from the decision. I was very ashamed of myself that I knew I was going to be a failure. But up until now, there is a fire inside me that keeps on burning…
Passion can’t be created nor destroyed, but can be transformed from one form to another. My passion can never be altered by the winds of change nor can it be destroyed by the hands of time. I may not be facing a passionate direction right now, but I am willing to learn from the past to understand the path I am in now.
There are three things in my life that I wish to repeat. Number one is the moment when I first fell in love with writing. Number two is the moment when I realized that writing will always be my passion. Number three is… this moment.