I write because I like it. In fact, I love it. I love how these ideas just pop into my head, and how my hands won’t stop itching until I’ve beautifully put together the words floating in front of my eyes. At first, writing was a hobby. I did it for fun. I wrote stories to please myself. But as I grew, it became a … Continue reading Why I spend my free time writing despite not getting paid
What are my realizations? 1. Things don’t usually go according to plan. I think it’s buried deep into our mundanity to plan out our lives at a young age. Go to school, get good grades, graduate college, get a good job, live a great life, marry, have kids — it never stops! The planning continues as we grow old. But, does everything really go according … Continue reading Life nearing the mid-20s.
There’s so much more to our relationship than the words “I love you.” When I was bullied as a child, you came to the rescue and defended me. You, then, taught me to be strong — you said I was strong — that no matter what happens, I’ll be able to do anything. I was a child instilled with belief and strength. When I fell … Continue reading A Love Letter to my Superhero
Stories are what makes us human. They are the threads or pages of our cultures, traditions and legacies passed from generation to generation. And when combined, they create a a whole new book — or in my case, a whole new diary. I was six, maybe seven, when I first started writing. I remember scribbling my classmates’ names in my pink Hello Kitty notebook, along … Continue reading The Makings of The Joe Diary