A writer. I’ve always dreamed of becoming one. From my early childhood until today, I’ve always believe that one day, I could be one of those whose words are printed on a paper and from those words, different lives are touched and could changed in some ways.
Neil Armstrong, the legendary “moon-walker”, once said that a journey to a thousand miles begins with a single step. I’d say that a journey to a thousand thoughts would always begin with a single word. One word can mean so much that thoughts are formulated and it takes only a writer to organize them. To write is an art and definitely, a writer is an artist. I’d like to believe that I could be one – just as Armstrong believed that he could set his foot on the moon one day and inspired millions that any dream can come true.
Poems. That was where it all started –when my byline happened to appear in my elementary school paper along with my Tagalog poem I wrote in class. The discovery of it, to me then, was still fresh and wonderful. The desire to see and read my name with the words I formulated on a printed paper has become strong that it drove me to go on writing and hone the skills I know I possess.
My father was my ultimate motivator. I remember when he used to pay me P5 for each good poem that I read to him and the not so-good-ones are left unsold. It was through my father that I understand the need for a writer to be a keen observer, fast learner and with a wide perspective on things around.
Some people would consider that writers are born; some consider them to be made. To me, it is both. Each of us is granted with wonderful and God-given talents and with the main purpose we have here on earth is to work on it and utilize this talent in order for us to share it with others. In some opportunities of life, I was given the chance to use my talent. Being the editor in chief of the college school paper was my ultimate dream come true during my student life of becoming a writer. I also know that it was my first, single step of becoming who I want to be – Someone whose words are being read, whose thoughts can elicit reactions and comments, whose own sentences can touch lives and perhaps change others.
In a busy and harass world of today, people can tend to forget their truest desires in life. The world can offer us a lot of options that anything can be just “ok”. Our childhood desires can now be left out that we desire the one’s that grown-ups want-- to be rich and to practically provide food in the table no matter what it takes. We tend to forget the things that would certainly make us happy.
Recently I became one of these people who slowly forget the biggest dream I had during childhood. I am employed just for the sake of providing, not realizing that I already fail to remember who I want to be. However, if given with chances and the options, I would certainly go against the tide and pursue this dream.
I certainly feel in the deepest of my heart that with thoughts and words, I would surely be happy.
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