Five years ago, I started my journey in writing.
At times it’s been a skip through the briars, and others a hike through the meadows, but I think I’m finally starting to get a grip of what it means to climb mountains. What I mean by that, is simply explained through the first Rule of Writing,
“Write to Discover.”
And while I could diverge on the other rules of writing, such as “There is no greater discovery than love.” I would rather hone in on some of the less obvious discoveries I’ve made in my journey. When I first started, my writing was sloppy and overzealous a best, I poured intense amounts of character into stories with no landscape and rants with no backbone. Is this to say it was all pointless? By no means. I had to discover the follies of my thoughts and misplaced imageries. The crusty wallpapers came down to reveal quite a different landscape of my own mind.
I’m rather certain that five years ago, I never would have imagined myself here, and by here I don’t only mean Southern California. I had a rather dull view of happiness, thinking that it would be satisfied in finding “The” relationship and flying off to another country in glamour, letting God spill out His direction like shimmering jewels every time I doubted His existence. I couldn’t quite recap the events or words that led to such a dream, but the glowing fields I painted in my head were covered in shards of glass such as depression, deep-seated hatred, ungratefulness, and a load of selfish ambition. It’s sort of embarrassing to divulge the true state of my heart at times, but only through writing have I really been able to come to terms with it all. Though I haven’t written near as much on here, I haven’t stopped journalling since then, and I’m at the point where I almost fill an entire notebook every month.
However, I’ve made many other discoveries as well. Vulnerability has helped me uncover the wildflowers of my past, to stumble upon abandoned coves and open up brand new horizons that are awaiting their own sunsets.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how long I’ll retain this blog, and I suppose now is as good a time as ever to announce that there may be some pretty big changes on the horizon. After five years of pouring out the treasures and thorns from my journey, I have much hope for the future. I can’t imagine what has kept you all so attentive to these words for so long, but I hope that you find encouragement in this.
Romans 5:3-4 Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.
I’m truly happy.
The trek up the mountain of life has become rather challenging, and I love it. The new directions and hopes have opened up broadened skies and I feel so free. The truth is freeing, but it’s the kind of medicine that stings on the way down, and if you aren’t willing to take it, you’ll end up much like a child skipping barefoot through fields of glass, claiming them to be flowers. Trust me, it doesn’t end well.
For the time being, I will continue to post my discoveries here, but don’t be surprised when bigger changes come this way. Thank you for bearing with me! (Happy five years!!)