I realized today, thanks to that seminar we had this afternoon, that I needed to write here again. I don't really know why I stopped. But looking back, I think it was because my life got to a point where I just can't write things anymore and just enjoy stuff without having to type down every detail of it. But I guess that was just me being a lazy bum. I have realized now that writing is a part of who I am.
I didn't really wanna go to today's seminar because it's journalism and I'm not really into that kind of writing. But I'm glad I did go. The seminar's speaker was amazing. She's an Filipino-American entertainment journalist named Nadine Mendoza. She talked about how she started with a small dream which eventually introduced her to the industry of writing of and about celebrities. It sounds a hassling job but she sounds just like the type of person who could do stuff like that and be good at it. I've never dreamed of becoming a journalist but now that I have met her, I feel like I could also take that path.
My dream, back when I was still six, was to be an actress. The writing part came a little much later when I got addicted to reading and discovered I could also write stuff. I've known because something in my gut have always told me that I was born to be part of the entertainment industry. I wanted attention, I knew how to keep it when I had it. I love being recognized. It's just that feeling when you know you're meant to do something but don't actually understand what that something is. I know, I just know, that I was not meant to be just ordinary. I know someday, a lot of people will know who I am. I am sure of that.
I also know that people have to start small. I'm not gonna lie and say that I was okay when they told me I wasn't part of the major cast list of our play. I think I was disappointed with myself because I allowed myself to get attached to that thought that I'd be someone needed in that production. But thinking about it allowed me to realize that I have to accept whatever they give me. I have to start at the bottom. I do not have a right to be arrogant or proud. I am just a part of the play. It doesn't revolve around me.
So anyway, I feel better now that I am writing this down. I'll try to write everyday but knowing myself, it is more likely that I will not be able to do that. But I WILL write as much as possible.
I'm really feeling that English major spirit right now. Which is good. So I am ending the first post of many other posts to come (hopefully ;-)).
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