To Write. That was one of my greatest ambitions.
Practicing handwriting was one of the must-dos of a pre-school learner. And I admit, that from that very beginning, I’d always loved to be an achiever. I was one of the most outstanding students of our writing classes way back preschool… Oh, modesty aside! Writing then, was for writing purposes alone – with even the slightest thoughts excluded.
And by third grade, writing becomes an application. That was the time that I had to study the basics of journalism. Writing for our school newspaper was one of those tasks where I had to apply my writing skills in – it was where writing was done for an exercise. Exercise of what? Exercise of free flows and ideas. By that time, I learned to love poetry. And at that very young age, I knew that I felt what an inspiration is. Before, inspiration was only about picking colors to put in a drawing, playing piko with friends, deciding the perfect dress for Barbie and owning a grade school class. That’s how simple life was when I was a kid. Those are my favorite selected memories of third grade -When writing means writing about childhood happiness – ALONE.
High school years witnessed ‘my writing as a passion’. I couldn’t agree more with myself, and I do admit that those were the moments that I’ve learned that writing was my number one love. Poetry was no longer about the daily commotions, nor about detailing the most outstanding student in the class, and stuff. Poetry was more like how an ugly caterpillar turned into a beautiful butterfly. It was more of appreciation. It was more of love. It was more of what my heart can ever share. It was more of a passion.
College came and writing becomes technical. Jargons, jargons, wherefore art thou? Oh, silly. Jargons were like everywhere. I took AB/BSE Literature and by taking it up means accepting suicide as a daily habit. Papers where like everywhere. The technical, academics, and the Shakespeare’s were all over my desk! And by college, I learned that writing is way easier using a computer than that of using a handwritten, scratchy, forsaken pad paper. Oh, there, I met my very best friend who seems to know all the answers to my horrible questions. Everyone, meet Mr. Google ♥ ~ Personified, eh? Oh, yes. From my thesis to my littlest assignment, Mr. Google was way there to help me in any how. College years were the time that writing had turned into a must. Passion was still there, though, but the essence was seriously impured.
Graduated from college and met new the environment. I am now with the professionals. I am now working with people who are much inlove with their jobs. I am now one of them. I am now practicing my profession which was one of my greatest ambitions way way back, Writing. I am no longer writing for handwriting’s sake, nor for happiness. I am writing on the web. As a web content writer, I have to deal with my very bestfriend Mr. Google ♥ Writing as a profession is no longer writing for childhood memories’ sake, nor for your very own interest… And most of all, at this very moment, I still am oblivious and yet amazed, that I am writing even when Writing is no longer for passion alone.
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Hi. Thank you. Good luck to your writing career. =) Do you have a blog?
Yah, I do. You could check it at http://jameslontoc.com.