Ba't kaya di ko naisip maglagay ng note noong una? Hahaha. (awkward na tawa)
Ang overwhelming kasi ng pagpupublish sa wattpad eh. Saka dapat pinaghahandaan yung first di'ba, hahaha. (awkward na tawa ulit)
So, 'yun na nga.
Una, matagal na pag-iisip ang ginugol ko bago ko napagdesisyunang gawin ang bagay na 'to, at di pa rin ako sigurado kung bakit ko siya ginawa.
Pangalawa, naniniwala ako sa secrecy ng mga thoughts ng tao, na may mga bagay na hindi na dapat ipaalam sa outside world, lalo na sa social media. Kaya hindi ako sure sa ginawa ko, haha. Yet, somehow, I ended up publicizing something really personal. Well, every work naman ay personal kasi galing sa kaibuturan ng puso't kaluluwa 'yon ng nagsulat. Saka ang gara pa rin ng feeling kasi may babasa ng gawa ko, at hindi ko naman kontrolado ang isip nila, kaya matagal ko itong pinag-isipan. Pero as long as it's worth sharing, titiisin ko yung kahihiyan.
Pangatlo, reader din ako at marami akong kilala na mga authors na dapat saluduhan. Yung mapapatanong na lang ako kung dapat ko pa bang ituloy 'to kasi existing na sila sa mundo ng wattpad at wala ng space para sa akin. Pero mapapaisip din naman ako kung bakit kailangan ko sumiksik sa mundo nila kung pwede naman ako gumawa ng akin.
Pang-apat, even once in our life, we want to do something that would really fulfill our innermost passion. That we long to show the universe how much we love that thing, no matter how simple it can be. And somewhere in this chaotic planet, there's a place where we belong, and sometime in our journey, we'll find it in the most unexpected moment.
And yeah, ito na yung note.
This book is a collection of experiences hidden behind words. Ideas lost in a spectrum of periods and commas. Imagination turned into readable works. Some may be incomprehensible, but remember, it does not have to be comprehended, it has to be felt.
Thank you for even opening this. 💙
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The Storyteller's Silence
RandomWhen the music stops and everything becomes deafening. When the pen can't remember the right words. When the wind came and the pages are blown away. The Storyteller turned around and may never come back. And just that, an untold story has ended.
