Don't go off the road

“Don’t do that! Don’t do this!”
“Overheard” we mumble to ourselves or even answer back to our parents “I’m no longer a kid, I know what I’m doing”.
But how much do we really know about the consequences of the decisions we make? How responsible could we be for our behavior? Does being old enough make us effusively in charge of ourselves? I’m afraid not.
When we start to believe that we possess specific behavioral freedoms, we also start to fret on even the littlest attempts that would limit these perceived freedom we confer to ourselves.
Have you experienced even a slight argument with your parents because you were not allowed to do something you know you can be in charge of?, with the annoying reason that they do not trust you yet to do that stuff whatsoever it is. It’s quite disappointing, I must know.
Conversely, I grew up as an independent being…self-regulating, autonomous and more words of the same meaning. Actually, all of us siblings did but thanks to the fact that I’m a first-born that I enjoyed it more than the two. I never had big troubles on asking permission from both parents, which most growing youngsters had. I can do literally whatever I want. I enjoy the freedom some growing girls never experienced. You may think it’s impossible but that is true.
The secret is responsibility.
At a very young age I already learned that this stance matters a lot in this world. There are just things that I should not do or try not to do for reasons that I cannot hold myself truly accountable for them yet. If you learn to live with this, you will not find it hard to win your parents’ trust. It is hard to be purposely conscientious about our behavior. The point here is that we should learn how the automatic-filter-for-our-acts operate and decide sensibly what to do with the scum.
Now, it is more comprehensible that parents do not get in the way just because they want to, they’re there preparing us for the big thing we yearn for – Freedom…That is when we know how not to go off the road and if we misguidedly do, at least we know how and when to get-off of the wrong way.

Am I a writer?...

The Preformation

They say I can be a good writer but I’m in qualm of it. I want to believe and thank the people for observing my potentials. Perhaps, I’m writing now because I want to bear out to myself that I can be someone they want to witness evolve out of me. I actually want to write articles and see them published, read and admired by many. I have wanted this since I was a kid but never really poured much attention to feed this desire. I have tried writing before, in my high school years; even became a contributor of our school broadsheet but that never really overjoyed me. I want more at this instant. I yearn for my writing to be enhanced, finer. I want to write now not because people notice me as having the would-be peculiarity of being a writer. I am going to make salient articles, laudable pieces. People will read my text over and over again until they are restrained. With my soft sentiment I will embrace each extol I will heed from my readers and commit to memory all practical criticism I may get. But, utmost is my triumph inside of me. I have become what I pine for! I am a writer, by heart and by soul, unchained and heady.


Its beginning…

Now, I start my journey to paving a new trail to just before a reverie. Hesitation begins to sink because confidence outgrows it. My hand eagerly scribbles what my mind exerts. My eyes then gaze to hail the product of this stream. My heart lurks for the creation of the new headway I make. This is the true beginning of it all and to terminate when, that I do not know or perhaps no ceasing at all. Maybe though asleep I’d still continue to note down. As I try to outline in my thoughts the words I’m going to write, I make a promise to myself to commit to this passion. Writing will no longer be just a hunger that I need to suffice. It will be a definition of existence. It will core the metaphor of the long ago, the contemporary and the expectations. Furthermore, it will turn out to be the finest annals of life. It will pilot a reader to a world beyond his being. The ardor of wanting to read more of my work will mount. Critiques will come into the scene to tip off that everything made sense. On or after will surface my faux pas in writing to mold me to become the finest I want to be. From my writing will emerge a new person in me, an avant-garde of my own. My writing will be my identity.

A sensible lover of life

...that's ME!
You don't just have to love life or live life to its fullest.
You have to love and live life sensibly to make a more meaningful stay here on earth. Remember we're just temporary dwellers here.