While I was reading my teacher's blog, which I was already reading since last Tuesday while I was at Fersal Hotel in Manila for the 12th Inkblots Fellowship-Seminar, a hotel stone's throw away from UST, the host of the 3-day event, it was only now when I got home that I was able to come across with this line, and I quote, "...when I die, all my family can do is to visit my blog and they would remember how I was when I was still on Earth. Nakakalungkot."
After I read this one, just in time I was logged in too on FB, I immediately changed my status and wrote, "magbablog na tlga ako. haha start the memoirs! :))" Nainspire talaga akong magsulat ulet sa isang blog. Actually, I already have a blog prior this one. Pero since I'm a procrastinator, I wasn't able to maintain it and eventually it died by natural death. Perhaps, the line made me realized that life is too short. That I won't be able to speak to all the people I know and listen to the people who want to be heard, and I want to hear them speak their minds and hearts out, and via the Cold Express, I can take my readers, if they want to, a 'chug' with me down to memory lane, or acquaintance alley, at least.
Madami talaga akong gustong gawin sa buhay ko. But most of the time, I don't know how will I ever reach them. I have dreams for myself and especially for my dysfunctional family. Ewan ku ba! Siguro kung ibang tao ang nasa kinalalagyan ko, nawalan na sila ng nakatinuan. There were times when I was really physically, emotionally, and mentally tired at hindi ko talaga maisip kung anung tamang gawin sa mga bagay-bagay tapus gumugulo pa ang napakabuti kong pamilya. Pero bakit ganun? Family, they're your strength, as much as your weakness. Wala din akong nagawa. Minsan kahit gusto mo silang lubayan, babalik at babalik kadin sa kanila. "I take one step away, and I find myself coming back to you, my one and only, one and only you." -- by PNE And that "you" is your family. You only got one. Might as well make the most out of it, which for me, is also one way of making the most out of our lives. Itinutulog ku nalang nga ang mga ganitong usapan madalas. But getting myself to sleep was even a harder task. Asar nga eh.. Insomnia. Bali ito ang main but not the only reason why I went back to blogging. Anyway, when we really understand what we are reading, we get inspired and motivated by writers, what they're willing to share to the world. We tend to be part of them by just reading their compositions. In one seminar I've attended, one of the speakers, whose name I forgot, said, making your articles or any of your writings known to the public such as poems or short story means that these already are not of your possessions but of you and more to the public. I thought it made sense.
I admire the TLC (Talent-Love-Courage) they put into their work. I am firm ever since that writing in any form to express is as admirable, or even more, as expressing oneself through songs and dances, or the other celebrated arts.
I admire the TLC (Talent-Love-Courage) they put into their work. I am firm ever since that writing in any form to express is as admirable, or even more, as expressing oneself through songs and dances, or the other celebrated arts.
