My dear readers,
This is a short story about my life that mostly revolved on my quest to embracing and living my personal legend — a writer.
I was six years old when I knew that I wanted to become a writer. I would often write secretly in one corner of our house using the blank pages of my school notebook. I didn’t tell my parents that I wanted to become a writer because I fear that they will not understand and support me.
One usual morning, I told my father that I love to write and this was what he told me, “Writer? It is not a good career. It will not give you money to bring food on the table when you grow up.”
I was right, they will not support me on the thing that makes me happy.
Growing up, I would still sneak moments to write but I started losing confidence in myself. I was bad in grammar and knew very little in vocabulary.
“I couldn’t be a writer,” I told myself.
When I was nearing to finish high school, I started considering what college course I should take. Deep in my heart, all I wanted to do is write and take a creative writing course in a university. But every time I would think about it, the voice of my father would play inside my head… “Writer? It is not a good career. It will not give you money to bring food on the table when you grow up.”
There I was, afraid that my desire to pursue writing was wrong as it will not give me enough money to help the family, and the insecurity that I was not good in writing, I pursued a different path. I took civil engineering in a university and became a licensed professional.
I worked under that profession for eight years but never did I forget writing.
Writing is more than a career. It is my passion. It is the only thing I know that I am meant to do. I kept on writing and learning. Little by little, I was improving. People started to notice my works and appreciate my thoughts, stories and ideas. Those who believed in me helped me to believe in myself again. I started writing stories, poems and random thoughts to channel my imagination and learnings in life.
The feeling of not getting the support and help from the people around me to pursue my passion is not the best feeling in the world. Many times that I considered giving up and forget everything about my craft, but I realized that these challenges are just part of the process to test how much heart and passion I do really have.
Now, I am living free and courageously. I know that God didn't call me to write for nothing. I am what I am, and so I will write.
Here in Creative Thoughts, my writings will reside. This is the channel I created to share my works. And I am dreaming that one day, the world will read my stories and will know me for who I am — a writer.
Writing to live, living to write,