Stones Along the Path of My Journey

I know already where the story will end. Or how shall I put it, where the dream will end. I have heard, seen and read countless of the same fate that same dreamers have suffered. All of them had to face the first barrier set along their path and they all succumbed to raise their hands and call it quits. Some accepted the fate of their dreams as nothing as the passing fancy of an adolescent fling with the language and call it not for them to pursue to the hilt. While some, as they go on with their lives defeated by the call of reason to be practical in their actions, still think from time to time as the winds of inspiration touch their skin how would they have fared if they continued dreaming and continued in spite of the practical challenges. Yet, a few with the stomach of steel and guts of stone, persisted; though some of these few proved to be mediocre, a handful have survived the litmus test and able to realize their visions they have seen when they were younger.

These thoughts entered my mind while I dug my head in the effort to fulfill the responsibilities called by my job. I know the importance of having a job. What comes along with it is the easy life of being able to fulfill the necessities to live a practical, decent existence. You have the chance to eat out, go anywhere you please and have the opportunity, ironically, the books that you need to grow as a dreamer.

Yet, reluctance starts to gnaw in my guts and stomach, experiencing a queasy, dreadful feeling that I am straying from the purpose as to the reason why I started trying to learn how to write at all as I perform the duties of my work.

This case is simple so it seems. But definitely, the answer is already firmly etched in my soul. I forgot that this thing have been anticipated well ahead before I ventured in my writerly journey.