My Hand Speaks Again

Writing is the simplest yet most productive way of expressing oneself aside from speaking.  I have noticed that more oftentimes, I spend my life merely of speaking what’s in my mind rather than putting everything into notes. I do it not because I feel so exhausted to grab a pen and make letters. I rarely write because I feel that there’s no much need to do it. My family loves to watch movies, take a stroll, and chat all day long. In the middle of our everyday routine, there’s no time for us to seat in our comfy couch and write what we think, feel and love to do.

I then remember the time when I was in college. My college professor required us to write everyday in our journal. She bought it for us so we can let our mind flows with creativity and improves our writing styles. I actually didn’t pay too much attention on my journal. I just wrote what I feel and gave all my writings a fancy title. I didn’t believe on my writing ability as a good one but I partly believe on what this everyday activity might help me in the future. I couldn’t forget how tardy I was to write everyday on my journal but now, I surely miss it. I’m longing on those days that I found myself tired yet excited to write something new as each day passed by. I stopped writing in my journal soon as my college professor was no longer part of my school. Nobody asked me to do it. I just found myself tired of journal-writing anymore. I suddenly lost the drive to write again on it. Most probably, one of my reasons is I see myself with no great writing ability. I’m not even proud of my vocabulary skills so I keep on wondering how I can make myself a good writer. I’m ashamed that I graduated AB Journalism with flying colors and ended up the way I am right now – without confidence and pessimistic.

I have asked myself for improvements and have done nothing at all to make it happen.  There are also enchanting times that I want to fast-forward my success and start my life on that moment only. But then, as I kept on pondering everything, I couldn’t make myself great if I haven’t done something so valuable to my future career. It is enough that I’ve already dragged myself too far from reality and grasp too much on illusions and possibilities. I should go beyond my so-called world of fantasies and let my hand speaks for me. For several instances that I used my mouth to express my thoughts and feelings, I think it’s about time to use my hand once again in a more significant thing. Now is definitely the perfect time that I should write again, the important day that I must continue writing on my journal. Writing is definitely more encouraging and inspiring to do for someone who is wishful thinker like me. Words just don’t die easily and it will never wilt as long as someone remembers it and relates with its hidden message.  I believe that we can safeguard words through writing.

For almost 4 years since I left my journal behind, I blame it to my slothfulness and lack of will to make my dream realized. And for almost a year that I didn’t post a blog, I really give this credit to my previous work which is not that much related to my career. As the day that I’ll start working on the journalism field comes, I see myself more ambitious and inspired. Both my mind and heart shiver for one common reason – my hand will speak again. If you may observe, people shiver when they feel threatened, frightened, hungry, cold or nervous. But this time, I’m shivering out of excitement to go back to my first love. Had you taken the path I did, you would also feel the same. You may realize that writing is one of the most productive ways of expressing oneself and there’s always right time for you to write anywhere, anytime, anyhow.