The Love For Writing

Have you ever had that point in your life when you just stopped writing, when you stopped expressing yourself with a paper and ink, because you thought it’s pointless, or you thought that it’s not gonna take you anywhere, or you thought that perhaps, you have to spend your time more on something that will make you more productive, then at the end of the day, you’ll find yourself in the middle of the night writing your heart out why you ever stopped doing what you love?

Sometimes I feel frustrated at times when I feel the need to write something on my blog (just to make it look active and alive) but couldn’t think of anything sensible to write (or couldn’t bring my heart in my piece). But it’s more frustrating when you try to forget about writing and your love for it but you know just can’t.

The love for writing will always be in us no matter what our excuses are why we pause writing for a while. It’s our deal. It’s our way of anger or frustration management. This our way to express the things we can’t shout out. This is our avenue to empty our heads (and we don’t care who reads or not).

Even when you had turn your back at the one thing you love, you’ll always go back to where your heart is — writing.

Be Your Own Kind of Superhero

Superhero

“Who’s your superhero?”
That’s a common question asked in an essay writing in an English subject. I remember myself in grade school staring at the wall feeling frustrated of how to fill my intermediate paper with sensible story to tell because I don’t have one. I couldn’t think of anybody to consider as my personal hero because I am surrounded with negligent people. So eventually my essay is full of bluffs and lies that I find no pride and interest in reading in front of everybody. Now age 23, I came across with the question again and I thought that maybe this time I finally found the superhero of my life; after all, I have met a lot people. However, no matter how hard I think, still couldn’t think of anyone. Growing up independent and self-reliant, I figured out that perhaps I could be my own hero. I’m not saying I don’t need anybody but at times when I am at my weakest, the person that could save me is yet myself. Finding that inner strength in the midst of your weakness is a rare power someone could possess. Perhaps I could be someone’s hero too. Helping and leading others find their voice, their courage, their self, their purpose … be the superhero somebody needs.