Man, it’s been a long time since I held a writing pen. It was like last year that I finally saw my creative talents getting wasted, due to the time I spend it more at school.

Back then, I was refreshing my idea since I took up writing 9 years ago, when I first thought of writing stories. Being a newcomer in the writing scene, most of my writings were fairly short, deviod of any coherent plot, or simply of the type that you would see with movie directors. Yes, I was writing script stories back then.

As I read more and more of the stories I see on the Internet, I became more and more interested in further enhancing my skills in writing. With a PC and keyboard, instead of pen and paper, I began composing them on Microsoft Word, story after story, page after page, seeing if I can further perfect the way I handle and tell stories. With fresh ideas running through my head, I was beginning to feel confident that I could do better.

That confidence that was in me was slowly reroding when I stepped into the world of College. I wasn’t as enthusiastic as before as I was trying to compose stories like it was back in those days. Writer’s block was becoming more of a nuisance than a mre obstacle. By then, I was slowly agonizing in my mind, about how I could compose those ideas tha keep popping in my head during unexpected times, like when I was setting my brain on studying a big book on Zoology. My mind kept diverting its attention from writing to reading, and it’s confusing me. And it became worse further…

… when I set my sight on becoming an engineer. Since studying in engierring demands less need for comprehensive skills like writing and reading, I was becoming more and more absorbed, little by little, in the field. My days as a crative writer were starting to fade, like they were a childhood dream back then. Looking back at those happy moments when I was able to write freely, mostly during my free time, I kinda feel nostalgic, wishing that those days would come back to me again, so that I can feel satisfied that I’ve done something to ease myself.

So here I am, writing on his journal, taking a note from somewhere I read on the Internet recently. Writing on a journal can somehow improve your writing skills, if not much. And it became true, as time goes by, putting entries on this journal account I set up a year ago.

There you have it. This entry almost came out as a retrospective piece of sorts. So, I’ll be ending this entry with a quote.

“Plenty of people miss their share of happiness. Not because they never found it, but because they didn’t stop to enjoy it.”