The popular question I get is, “Are you a writer? That's great I don’t know how you can blend mathematics with letters. You are favored.” They never ask, “Why do you write.” It seems you are one in the shadows and they read without seeing you. They read and they analysis t the way they see but never bother to say, “Maybe the writer had his or her opinion when he or she was writing it.” They take it as they want and they judge it based on that.
Some write-ups are meant for arguments. Its ambiguous nature is what makes it great and unique. But to me, I will say anything I write is from me and it’s a way I keep living. Writing isn’t something I just started because I had great English background or something. No, I started writing when things were falling in my life. When hardships were around my neck, I didn’t have anyone to share with. Then I thought to myself, “I can talk to myself and will not be seen as mad. Let me pen it down today. One day I will read it for inspiration and hope.” Then I started writing.
Anytime I look up the folder of my works. I read the works and tears begin to drop sometimes. Some are made with joy and others are made with fun. I open some of them up sometimes and I laugh at myself for what I wrote in there. The humor is great and I would realize that was how the people who read it felt. I open some and it's all about how the struggles have been and how hopeful I am I will get to the end with smiles. There are a whole lot of emotions but it all boils down to the inspiration and motivation it gives me to keep moving. We aren’t stopping because we know how we started from what we write and in each one of them, it will be a testimony of how we succeeded. We have to make history right not change it for nothing.
I write for everyone. I write for the future. I write for my future. I want to sit on my chair when I’m old, glance through my blog, and say, “I lived well enough and I am grateful for life.” Everything I write is me and I can be found in my writings if only you know how to piece everything together. That’s for passing by.
