I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Ever since high school, I had many of my own stories to tell. I delved from fiction, scripts, and essays, to blogs and social media. I just knew being a writer was something I am gonna be, and I did.
I also knew that being a writer was something that I wanted… Now, I’m not so sure.
They say if you follow your passion, you’ll never work a day in your life. And, yet funny enough, I’ve written every day for the past six months feeling like I’ve written nothing at all.
I started this blog as a training ground for when I finally kickstart my career, and by this, I mean I finally get employed by a decent company that actually wants me to write for them. And when the opportunity finally came, I was ecstatic. I wanted to learn the ropes, know the proper techniques, and become a master of words enough to sway and relate with people. I even discontinued writing on this blog because I wanted to focus on the career path ahead of me.
For the past six months, I’ve written for work and haven’t stopped since but why does it feel like I did somewhere in between? Where did it all start to go wrong?
Yes, I wanted to sway people, but I didn’t expect to persuade them to purchase. I wanted to relate with people, not to manipulate and use them to my advantage. I guess that’s just how the “real world” works and I have yet to learn to accept that.
You might be thinking that maybe writing isn’t for me but I know it is. I’m probably just going about it in the wrong way. Because if it isn’t, I wouldn’t long for it as I am now. But then again, maybe I’m just fooling myself or that I have yet to discover what my true “passion” is… whatever that really means.
Here’s a thought coming from a person who just entered the workforce:
Maybe passions aren’t meant to be done in exchange for money.
Maybe work isn’t something that you are, but just something that you do.
Maybe passion is solely something that you love doing regardless of being good at it or not.
Maybe it’s because of the pressure that comes along with being good at what you do and doing it not for the sake of your own is where passion comes to die.
But then again, what do I know? I’m still a kid trying to be an adult and figuring things out myself.
It’s been a long time since I spoke to you. I hope you’re still here. And if you are, I just want to say that I hope you’re safe and well. It’s great to be back and share my thought with you. If you have any advice for me or any thoughts/experiences you’d wanna share. I’d greatly appreciate it.