I have nothing to write But I still wrote
What happens if you want to something but you just can't do it. What happens when you tried and tried but every effort you have exerted seems to be worthless? What happens when the only thing you recognize is frustration?
Sometimes, what I hate in setting a goal is frustration which I think is common to everyone who dreams. It's just hard accepting the fact that you are being defeated? Why is it that we are chasing success? Why not let success choose you? It it ever possible? Why am I asking myself these questions? Why the hell am I doing this blog? Why do I like to be a writer? Why torture my mind doing such things? I'm a teacher, it so happened that I passed the Licensure Examination in a score that is somewhat, I prefer to call promising. I took oath, the first day of July this year for a plantilla position. Should I be proud of it?
I am a person who is easily contented, I would take teaching as my career. But not, teaching is my job and writing is my calling. It's my first love. Its a sort of fantasy that I would pursue whatever happens. I write because I want to write and I teach because I want to write. I want to express my thoughts about everything. I will be a writer. Time will come that I will be published. editors might not see me now as a prospect but what lies ahead in the future is quite different. It will be different because I will deliberately make it.
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