Of Busyness

When a single neuron have made contact somewhere inside my brain where my interest for writing were hidden, they fired up electrical waves which eventually relive my considerable passion for endless thought in a form of written words. However, that moment I was in a situation where I could freely get my laptop, glued myself on the chair, and spending most of time gathering for thoughts that I hopefully make sense when I put them all together. It lasted for at least a couple of months not until I moved in to a new place.

But does my moving in could be a one good reason to stand against my passion for writing?

It depends. Writing isn’t like making yourself comfortable on your couch while watching your pirated downloaded movies after a looooong tiring day at work and that’s what I’ve been doing lately to help myself fall asleep. Why can’t I spend those times for my blog? I’m probably dead tired by then. Further, my workplace isn’t that ideal for thoughts mining. I was supposed to make a blog entry for my niece’s 1st birthday, I was supposed to make a blog entry for my cousin’s debut, I was supposed to make an entry of the 3 day vacation at Surigao del Sur, and I was supposed to make a blog entry of how my “all souls day” have went this year. Those were just a few ideas in my mind pending to be itched on the history of my blog but I’m afraid I’d have to let them forgotten: the sensation had expired, the experience just leaked away, and I can’t picture out clearly how was that day happened ‘coz all I got to think is, work.

Though I have weekends day off but my new found friends—they are attention seeker, they’d make dramas when they find me hooked up on my laptop, they’d blame me if they’re outings would be postponed just because I don’t wanna come, and whenever they’re on a beer session I’d rather not to refuse, I don’t think it’s a good idea. But I do like these people and since it’s just so happened that we’re on the same place for a short period I don’t think we’d still get a chance to do the same fun when it’s over. Nevertheless, my blog will always be there wherever I go.

So how did I managed to this entry?

It’s known to me that I stayed dormant in the blogosphere for a few years and when I get back I said to myself “I’ll try to make it updated as possible” not for my audience (if there are any) but for my memory. I know someday I’ll just find myself reading the entries I had published, scrolling up and down feeling myself on that certain moment how I actually felt when I wrote it. 

Actually, on my coming back, I’ve made a research on how to become a blogger yet I already have one. Maybe I was doubtful on this kind of thing, maybe I don’t find myself effective in writing, or maybe this is not just for me, just maybe. Then somewhere on my research, it says like “follow your thoughts”, “don’t mind what other people would say”, and “if you think you want to write for something relevantly significant to your life, then you have the passion.” I proved it that I have the passion to write and I can’t deny that my grammar isn’t that well-constructed, my thoughts could sometimes be mixed up, and I don’t often proofread my work. Those were the reasons why I discouraged myself to continue my blog until I realized that I’m not doing this for everyone but just for myself.

My first question that I mentioned above was stupid! Sorry to myself.