On Writing (Again)

I used to write voraciously. When I was in high school and college, I used to write in my Journal almost every night. Never mind that I ranted, complained, or gushed about totally senseless stuff. I wrote because I needed to. It was my way of thinking and clearing my head at the same time.

Recently, I have not written as much. God bless a month that would see two entries in my Journal. In my head, I still incessantly entertain thoughts about what I could write and what I would want to write, but somehow I lacked the willpower to act on those thoughts. Maybe I’ve just been too busy with work. But then again, when I was a student I was busy too, and still I wrote.

I do not like that I don’t get to write as often and as freely anymore. Writing used to give my life such meaning, and it often set things in perspective for me. It was through writing that my thoughts and I became some sort of friends that understood and supported each other. These days, it has felt like I am afraid of my own thoughts, or maybe of finding that I would no longer find meaning through them even as I tried.

Over a week ago, another of my pieces was published in the Philippine Daily Inquirer’s YoungBlood column (you can read more about the column and the first time I was published here). I did not feel as elated or fulfilled as I did the first time a work of mine was published there; in fact—strangely enough—I did not feel anything at all. And it bothered me that I felt that way, because it seemed to me like an indication that I was drifting apart from words.

You know, I’ve never really cared about anything as much as I cared about words and getting them right—I was fascinated with how something so plain and common could convey ideas, emotions, and truths of unparalleled influence. Without constantly replenishing myself with words—those I read and those I write—life does not feel as rich and as worthwhile. Now I feel myself so apart from words, with the current of career demands and personal life problems carrying me further into a dreary world I really do not want to join. And I am desperate for a way to get back.

Now that one hectic semester is ending, maybe I can read and write again. I’ve also just recently noticed that the link to my PsychSpeak pieces is broken, and so I’ve decided to republish those pieces here in my blog because I do not want them to be lost forever. Thus, the next series of posts (linked below) will be articles I’ve written for PsychSpeak, a column I used to write for a local daily.

As for this post, I’m not sure how I should end this, even. So I guess I’ll just leave you with this awkward little sentence.

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3 thoughts on “On Writing (Again)

  1. Hi! I was actually inspired by your blog post about your young blood journey and your YB articles as well. I tried sending one 3 days ago but I haven’t seen my name in the PDI. 😦 Still parying for it.

    Keep writing! 🙂

    • Hi! It’s great to hear you’ve been inspired to start your own YoungBlood journey. 🙂 Have patience. Mine took over a month before it got published. Thanks for dropping by my page! 🙂

      • Indeed!
        I hope to be published too. but I think I have to revise what I sent for it took more than 5000 characters. >.<
        thanks for the reply. 🙂

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