I kept a written record of my life once. I owned a diary. I wrote prose and a little poetry. I started writing in my teens and wrote for a few good years. I was growing up and my life seemed full of possibilities. Then, after a while, all the energy and excitement slowly faded. Without noticing, I kept my writing pen in its case and my journal in its drawer: I never touched them again.
Now, I am somehow compelled to write. The energy is returning, and it is almost like high school all over again. Maybe I've rushed and put off a few things in the past. Maybe I still have some more growing up to do. Whatever it is, it is happening all over again, and it is good to know. It is good to know.
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You know what? I stopped writing prose when I entered college. Isn't that strange?
not so fountainhead. i discovered i had the "ability" to write during our time in the university. never i considered myself as a holder of the mighty pen when i was in highschool. i even considered those who keep journals/diaries corny... well, things change. people change.
true, i didn't write so much in college..until my last year (and kept going since...and i've ended up doing it full time!)
Ferj, nagdoble ang mga comment mo. Tinaggal ko na lang ang iba para hindi paulit-ulit. Oks lang?
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