About the Words We Say & Share

Last night, at the peak of the latest hour, my father told me he was proud of me. To hear something of that sort in relation to my passion for literature, I felt grateful and warm inside despite the sudden turn of events that had my feeling disappointed.

Because recently, while I announced that I was chosen to represent my high school in a journalism competition at one of Manila's top universities, my editor-in-chief announced five days before the event that the absence of my moderator on the day of the event compelled the school to withdraw our team from the contest. Of course, I was disheartened. My only chance at trying something new was snatched away from me in an instant, and I couldn't help but think: Will there be a new chance awaiting me someday?

I have never stopped loving literature, and I am happy that they come and go, in the form of a simple purchase and even more. Inkitt gifted me with a book package sent last October, but only arriving at my local post office on November, after which I got notice from the office only a week ago. I shake my head, wondering to myself how and why did it stay there that long, though I still feel grateful and excited for the words said and shared, no matter the wait. In hopes of reading more, I recently purchased Laura Hillenbrand's Unrboken after watching the film adaptation starring Jack O'Connel. The movie easily captured my heart and had me in tears; I can say that it ignited in me a sort of inspiration and light. This, and many more, I pursued because I loved to read.

And while I bury myself in new and diverse literature, I continue to be bombarded. I cannot complain. After my social science professor assigned my class around nine books to read, most of which ranged in topics from economics to politics and development, I felt eager and excited and terrified by how much is required of me, more so with the pressure of maintaining a satisfactory grade.

I realize that in every form of literature lies an opportunity for inspiration, growth, or something more. This hit me when one of my beta reading clients emailed me an inspiring letter after I willingly shared my struggles in pursuing my interests in literature, especially in a Third World context where science and business thrive and sustain families. I have thought about this and the insecurities behind my struggle for words, but I can ascertain that if all it takes to change the world is to write, then I will never stop dreaming.

For all readers, writers, poets, bloggers, artists, singers, comedians, and actors: for the words we say and share, and from the bottom of my heart, thank you. I can never thank you enough for coloring my life; this feeling has never ceased.
jillian etc.