retrospective perspective

A year ago, I decided to start this blog to hone my craft as a writer. Who would have thought between those months I’d be struggling with finding the right topic and ultimately, not updating it for weeks. I got distracted by tumblr.com and enjoyed the convenience of twitter.com. After graduation, I ran out of topics to write. Eventually, I was hired as a teacher and got too tired to put things down. After my stint teaching, chance turned my way and I joined an IT company as a writer. I could blame the latter as well for my exhaustion and hence, lack of will to write something meaningful in here.

The very fact I wrote the last sentence scares me. During the beginning of the year, I resolved to write a piece entailing creativity and passion. But now I’m just too tired at the end of the day to wrack my brain. Weekends are spent making extra as I need to earn enough to sustain myself. Practicality vs. creativity. Money vs. freedom. Shouldn’t these things come hand in hand? Once they work together, the results are astounding. Take social networking sites, bestselling novels (except Twilight), and graphic design.

I’ve had a project in mind since last year, but fear and other priorities hold me back. I know perfectly well making it a priority will really set it in motion. But all those inspiring quotes on making things happen are easier said than done. I abhor what I’m becoming. I don’t want to limit myself to merely surviving on this world yet money is essential in lasting. Prices are getting higher and employment is harder to come by. How does an adult resolve all this? Wait, correction–how does a young adult resolve all this? I’m no longer a teenager yet I still can’t get the hand of this whole self-responsibility thing.

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One thought on “retrospective perspective

  1. I soo feel you! Thought I was becoming extra un-fit when I found I didn't have anymore energy to write whenever I got home from work. But I guess it's normal and natural. Oh the commute! I've been wishing so often these days how all my thoughts could just immediately be recorded on a notepad or something. Then I could "write" while pondering in the bus or waiting in line in the MRT."But all those inspiring quotes on making things happen are easier said than done. I abhor what I'm becoming. I don't want to limit myself to merely surviving on this world yet money is essential in lasting."- I so agree with this too. My tumblr's filled with so many of them quotes, but that's all they are till now, quotes 😦 I also can't help like I'm running out of time. I mean, we don't have much of it as it is, and already so much is poured into what could be relegated as work. Could we still not be trying hard enough? If that's the case I wonder how much harder is expected of us to really get to do what we want.Then again, maybe that's the point–to answer, by extra effort and action, the question: how badly do we want it?

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