i have always dreamed of being a writer, a poet, a journalist, an artist, a musician, a lawyer, a soldier, and a magician. i have always believed that when you dream of something, someday somehow, that dream would finally come true. dreams doesn't have to remain as dreams. dreams have to come out of the mind and start taking small strides to reality.
today, the dream of being a writer has to take a first step. it maybe of late but, at least, the feet have already started moving.
i found it exhilarating to finally found my fingers doin' what i wanted to do most. writing does not only make my mind a bit sharp, more importantly, it makes me feel so so good. i, now, understand why there are people who continue to post their stories on the web, even if nobody seem to throw interest on them. some are up for money, some for popularity, but most go to express their feelings, their ideas, their dreams, their inner selves.
to anyone who maybe following this blog, never do i promise anything exciting because this contains mostly of what i feel, what i say, what i hear and what i understand of the world around me. please feel free to comment..
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