Why I Love Writing

This is me and one of my favorite novels, Turtles All The Way Down by John Green.

For this article, I am going to tell you my journey in writing. I hope you will read my story. After this article, I will finally write an article about some tips that I could share to you that I hope would help you too in your writing journey.

I didn’t know that I have passion in writing until they put my name in a Journalism competition when I was in sixth grade.

I can only remember that back when I was in third grade, I wanted to write my own introduction whenever we started our theme writing. I was amazed on how creative our teacher was on putting words together and I wanted to do that to. I won the feature writing contest and we went to the regional level. I was so happy, but still, I didn’t know that I was good at it—I didn’t know that it would give meaning to my life.

In my Junior High School, when I applied for the school publication, I was confident that I would get a slot. Unluckily, I didn’t and it hurt me a lot. I was too childish to understand what those things are meant for. I was jealous for those who are in seventh grade that got a position and I wondered where could I possibly went wrong in my interview or in the article that I’ve written for the application.

That’s the time I wrote silently. I was afraid that others might see my work and know how senseless they are. I didn’t give up in writing but I’ve lost my confidence. It’s the time that I started writing for myself—alone. I write whenever I have a spare time, whenever I don’t want to hear the world’s arguments and chaos.

Writing became my companion.

Those nights that I was drowning with own tears, I wrote. Those days that I was out of place, I wrote. Those times that I was ignored, I wrote. My paper was my own skin and my ink was my blood. I created a friend in me, someone I can rely on all the time. Since then, I never felt alone.

Writing made me brave.

It was in ninth grade that I finally found myself applying in our school publication once again. I was a staff writer; I worked with my fellow writers. As I write every word, I feel the gust of bravery from inside of me. I wrote with power and assurance that I write only for the truth and in behalf of the people who are afraid to speak.

Writing filled in the empty spaces.

Every tear that broke into my eyes became a masterpiece in form of words and metaphors. Every empty space in my heart became a poetry. Writing taught my mind and heart to appreciate the blank spaces and make something out of it. Writing turned my pain into something beautiful.

In journalism competitions

I also received up to regional awards. I am proud of it but it isn’t everything that I write for. Nonetheless, I am happy because I have met lots of people who share the same passion as with me. I went to different places in the region and discovered new things. The journey isn’t an easy one, but I loved every minute of it.

Six years ago, we went to De La Salle University in Taft, Manila for a convention and seminars.

A word of advice

If you found something that your heart cares for a lot, do not ever give up on it, even if the world says it’s difficult. Do not doubt your capabilities. Lastly, stay humble.

Back then, I even dreamt of having my own novel and publish it. Though I wasn’t able to do that at young age, I still dream to make it up for me someday.

Now that I am in college, I got busy with my academics. I enrolled in BS Accountancy program, but still, I find time to write. I am very thankful for this platform which makes it possible for me to have random readers from all over the world.

As I publish this article, I received a notification that my account has reached 100 views already! This is such an amazing milestone for me. I thank you all for welcoming me here.

I found a home.