Why do I write?

Why not?

That could be the basic, humorous and a bit ridicule answer to that posted question. But at the end of the day, I have come to realize that that reasoning is far less revealing for me, for a very interpretative person like me.

Passion they say is the driver of those who chooses to reflect their selves with the help of their pens. But, what the hell is it anyway?

Passion. For me, the common definition of the word is a bit selfish, very un-Filipino. Selfish because you tend to withdraw from the reality you’re in and just focus on what you want to do. C’mon, you’ve got yourself in this world yes, but do acknowledge the presence of other people around you. Some of them may rely to you in many aspects that, in the presence of your oozing passion to something, may be hindered. That’s when the “very un-Filipino” adjective tags along. Living with your passion alone may sound so unpractical, which Filipinos are so not into it.

Trimming this discussion down I just would like to clear out that I’m still writing because of my passion. It just depends on the passion we are talking about.

I’ve experienced to be the center of attention because of my writings. “Ang galling galling naman ng batang ito…” they say. It groomed me, but I tell you what made me better people are the times when I had been the center of stupidity, laughter and disgrace, because of my darn pen. Those times are definitely more frequent than the happy times.

From my writings I’ve also experienced being robbed. Seeing my work not only being credited to other people but also brought from other people…

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Kung sino man s’ya tubuan sana s’ya ng kulugo sa noo na sing laki ng ilong n’ya!!!

*…and as I was saying…*

… I had been also discriminated; telling me to my face that I don’t have an ounce of pinch to make it to the business. I mean what the? Who told him that I do want what he was talking about? Pa’no nya nalaman na gustung gusto ko yung gano’n?

Believe me, those times, it did stop me. For a while though. And now, I’m here…still releasing my soul to every word that comes out of my hands.

Then it came to me, I do need money, I do want to be a successful writer, I do want people to recognize my crafts…but above all these, I do need to write…not because of anything else. I just do.