Writing is my passion. I write my talk. I could still remember way back on my sophomore days when I got so inspired learning the basics of technical writing- news writing. It was quite different from feature writing which I am of interest to but quite in a while I learned to realize that news, with its technicalities it was far better writing it. Yes and perhaps, I also dreamed of having those gray lines hanging on newsstands read by most people-my news. Anyhow, I thought this feeling would go the same as I took my second internship. I became indecisive. I’ve never been that so sure of my decision to where would I’ll be spending the next 200 days of my internship. Some of my masscom friends even foresee me applying in a print company. Humility aside, it was my pride to hear from them compliments reflecting that in a way I have the capability to write news articles. However, it never became my enough reason to follow what has been their expectation towards my undertaking. There were several questions thrown over my face, uncertain though I gave them a nutshell reason.” Writing news was never been a problem, it’s just that I am loosing the fire’s flare. I had it enough on my radio internship days.” I may have sounded a dim-witted creature but all I know is that I had these feeling that might not as well be understood by some of them. I was then like a woman who kept her distance with her man; it was not because she stopped loving him but because she wanted to discover more about life, more than that love he knew together with her man. I will never get tired of loving the art of writing and it would never make me less of a writer if I could not have the banner stories in a newspaper. I just wanted to immerse myself from any undertaking that would keep me burning, that would teach me more untold stories more than my search for odd events in a day.
Keeping my distance from the thing I used of doing was so hard. Yes, I had the overriding thoughts of what if’s and if ever. Honestly speaking, I am afraid. Same as that woman who took her few steps away from his man, I am afraid of walking away from my comfort zone and entering the new path with which I am not sure of but I have to because I want to grow different from the usual. This would be a matter of choice- a risk of course; over fate. So, if ever I became exhausted of the new thing I decided to inhabit on, then I should start asking myself where would be that genuine happiness could be found. Way around, what matters most is not what others think, what others say and what others do. I’ll just draw another picture of love- love for one’s own choice. If I truly deserve to be part of media in the future, then I’ll steadfastly turn back to it by any chance not that because others told me to do it so but because it’s my own choice of taking the real happiness and growth. So For now, I’ll have to be the master of my own fate, I’ll let myself be interested in event organizing where I could somehow learn media planning and promotions. Let the woman walk with her heart’s wide open for new challenges. Nevertheless, in the right place she will be a better person in her time.
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