Blind Curves

I’ve always been the kind of person with no definite life plan.

When I was younger, I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. When I grew up, I realized I could never stand the sight of other people’s blood. How was I possibly going to attend to the sick?

When I entered college, I was dead sure I’d be enrolling for a bachelor’s degree in accountancy. However, I ended up pursuing Sociology-Anthropology. I spent the next seven years professionally working in the BPO industry, I loved those years. In all my life, I have never learned so much and absorbed so much than when I was in the corporate world. There may have been days when I questioned my decision to stay, but, in general, I was happy.

However, Fate had many other plans for me. I was given an opportunity to leave the corporate life and start a quieter work environment by working from home full-time. I took a chance, and I am so thankful to God that the risk paid off.

The past three months, hell, the past year has never been what I would have expected. For someone who doesn’t really plan on how my life should be, what I am going through now is still beyond my wildest imagination. Never would I have thought I’d be spending a 26-hour workday at home.
Surprise

I am happy. I mean, what person would not love being able to work from home and still earn something decent? I don’t see far into the future, but I can honestly say that where my life is going now is absolutely the greatest surprise I have even received.

Level Up

A few days ago, I started reading about poetry. I write poems, and I have written at least a little more than 200. But I did not really excel so much in being able to define everything technical about poetry. For me, poetry was a way of expressing the most raw emotions. It was a way of release, and outlet where I could say anything I want to say, where I could paint the pictures that I never could do so with visual arts.

However, I decided to really go out of my comfort zone and become more technical in writing. I cannot just write about MY feelings forever. I also have to write about so many things that exist on this earth. This drive is the one responsible for my goal in being more than just a writer. I want to really comprehend other writers too. Yes, poetry is open to its reader’s interpretation. But the appreciation of poetry can only be grasped by those who also write with discipline. Right now, I am just a little more than a tabula rasa. I still need to leran so many things, so I can call myself a pretty picture of colorful knowledge and expertise.

I know that I can writer. But I would feel so much better and more fulfilled if I also know the correct manner of writing. My father used to be my biggest critic. Now, I am doing his job for himself. I need to be more than I what I now. I need to improve. 🙂