Just when you are about to think of something grand, the title grabs your attention and you think, "oh my, it sounds like a name for a sari-sari store in the Philippines…Jo’s Inato, Jo’s Store, Jo’s Carenderia… Jo….Jo….Jo…and the never ending Jos’!"
"Guess what, I thought of that too…and I am in the Philippines."
I would have wanted to advertise and cry in my jolly sometimes high-pitched voice the words, "Welcome. Read Me! Rejoice, I have come to write again!!!"
Yes, I would’ve wanted that or better yet posted the statement on billboard…but then, I hesitate and ponder for some splitting seconds…nevermind.
With a sigh, I start counting the long years. I continue typing…and realized…
I have stopped writing for a decade.
This hobby used to be the only thing that kept me free but then, like the rest in my closet of memories, it too, despised and imprisoned me.
Writing made an antagonist of me. It caused a life of darkness and years of misery…of disappointments…of broken trusts and promises…
of hurts…
the old ghosts of the past…
…and why my father never spoke to me again.
I thought truth set people free but it didn’t. At a young age, I realized that people were afraid of truth…of unconformity…
…and worse, of themselves.
Uncorrupted 10 years ago, I wrote truthfully. I wrote stories of love, vengeance, happiness and my own idealistic perceptions of the world. I loved writing and whatever the reason that may have transpired me to write again is perhaps the very root itself…
the love to express one’s self in writing.
Writing will always be my first love and like all first loves, it too was never forgotten.
And for this, I risk a second chance.
I WRITE AGAIN.
I love again.
Welcome to my page!!!
