A Forgotten Dream (Not Really)

It was only when I was in third year college that I realize I wanted to be a writer. I do not know what motivated me to dream that dream. One thing is for sure, I love to write; to exhaust the ideas of my mind especially when we were made to reflect on the things we have gone through. Sometimes, I tend to overreact. Oftentimes, I do not know if I am writing the expected output.

But wait! Where do I have to write? That is the problem. I am not even a writer of the school publication nor a contributor. Though I was chosen to be a feature writer of our department’s newsletter: “Carillon”, I never accepted the spot because I’m not certain if I am really capable of lamenting my thoughts. So, I would better forget about the dream I’m dreaming.

Fourth Year.

I was still the President- Elect of the scholar’s organization of our school (not to mention the fight I lost during the SSC Presidential Elections). That was my second term as president. When we had our planning seminar at Samal, one of the project proposals was the release of a scholar publication. Later part, it was baptized with the name “The Espalier”. Yes! It would be my chance to become a writer, even in this magazine.

I conceptualized everything. Everything was almost ready. Pow! No publication to be published! The details are confidential.

Again, I don’t know what to say.

A Letter Came.

After that very day, I received a text message informing me that I have a letter. Shocked! What I heard which I did not mind was true. I was chosen to replace the EIC of the yearbook 2011. Do you know why? That does not matter, right? I can’t play on a script that time. I don’t know what’s the best reaction. Well, it’s not really my dream because it’s a yearbook then (laughs). By fate or destiny, I’m the new Editor- In- Chief.

OOPS!

It’s not really what I should say. Earlier in my mind, I’m thinking of other things.

What are really the tough requirements to be named as a qualified writer? I’m not even a dramatic writer who uses highfalutin and extravagant words. Moreover, I don’t really keep in mind the synonyms and antonyms of the words. Wait! I’m not saying that some writers are trying hard. I’m just pointing out the truth that I feel Don’t get offended either because I’m not here to hurt someone. I just want to clarify whether I’m for it or not.

Actually, I’m an avid subscriber of free magazines like theTrumpet (Philadelphia Chruch of God) and Enjoying Everyday Life by Joyce Meyer Ministries. I don’t spend much time reading theTrumpet because most of the time I react on their articles. They praise but criticize and insist much. Sometimes, I get confused if they’re really a Bible- based magazine. On the other hand, I love Joyce Meyer’s mag. It’s layout is very playful which attracts my interest and apparently invites me to read. Although I constantly read Dr. John Maxwell’s stories of leadership, I couldn’t just ignore other articles in the magazine. Joyce speaks from the heart, which I love the most. She has inspired me to write naturally.

Recently, I also read the book: Pricks of Conscience by Chito R. Gavino (a local writer from Davao, an architect by profession). I was totally amazed because he did a lot of reviews in his books. Also, he printed some basic necessities for living which we really need. He is a good writer.

So, that’s that! You’ve read the words I wrote and you’ve felt them (I hope). Am I qualified? Anyhow, I also love photography! J