My Calling
It's been some time since I updated this blog yet again. While I used to write back when I was working, I realised I haven't quite done so for my own personal reflective moments. And I'm starting to regret that. I'm even starting to doubt if I could still write at all.
Maybe the passion to write just came about like the snap of my fingers. I remember asking one of my close friends for advice one day. I said about my interest in many areas including music, piano, singing, drawing, writing, acting, and so on but didn't quite know which area I should focus on. He asked me a question back that got me thinking.
"Which is the one thing you could do late in the middle of the night without anyone telling you to do it?"
And it came in an instant: Write.
Yes, that is my calling, perhaps. I am very thankful for that as I used to struggle a lot, not knowing what I wanted in life. And then it all makes sense. All the endless nights writing poem after poem, not forgetting the many articles based on any kind of topics that interested me. And not to forget those good old army days where I spent a great deal of time reading and writing. And spacing out into somewhere. Wishing for something, someone, somehow.
While I am glad that I have finally come to terms with what I really wanted, I suffer from some degree of inferior complexity. Can I write? Can I say I like something if I am not particularly well versed in it? Is there an equation that links passion to talent? What I do believe is that hard work does pay off. However, it all boils down to whether you have the passion in what you do. If you have, then you have the spark to ignite that engine.
For now, I have found the key to my passion. Just hoping to look for the right door to unlock and to unleash any writing prowess in me.
