These days, I frequently ask myself, “Are you okay?” and “Whatever happened to you?” I think of joining my mother, wherever she is, as this lack of purpose overshadows everyone and everything. Not even the words of encouragement from my peers and loved ones could enlighten me.
Bakit ba pabalik-balik na lang ‘to? Nakakapagod. Pagod na ako.
Do you know the very thing that makes me want to exist? Writing. The stories I am currently working on and those that I haven’t written yet. The songs I wish to remaster. The places I have listed on my to-go list to blog about. I have used this excuse for years now: “Sayang naman yung mga puwede ko pang isulat.”
But maybe I have reached my point when I whispered to myself, “Di mo naman malalaman kung maaalala ka nila. Di mo naman madadala ‘yang sinulat mo kapag nawala ka. Sino ka ba?”