Yoona

“I saved my notes on thorns and (if I have any) my crowns.
Scribbled some lines of laughter and countless frowns. 
In these worn-out pages, I poured my heart out and it felt like an endless quest.
My ink was my tears, my sweat, my blood, my toes, my knees, my shoulders, my head (just kidding).
Though I thought my toils were not the best, I lauded myself for not giving up.
Though I often fell and bruised my knees, I always pat my back for getting through the hurdles…”

At a very young age, I was a loner. People branded me some names that I learned to embrace. When I started writing out of maybe it was luck or an accident, my notebook and pen became my best friends. I could live without talking to anybody but I couldn’t pass a day without writing my thoughts down. They were my witness to those sleepless nights and broken hearts, for those countless failures, rejections, bullying and criticisms. They knew my struggles. I would write often to record my weird stories, too.

However, as we embrace modernization, I put my pens and notebooks away dusty in the corner. I became lazy jotting down my thoughts. I became accustomed, if not dependent to my phone. Anywhere I go, I have to bring it with me in case an idea pops in. That’s the fad of being in a technology era. Sometimes you go with the flow not realizing it’s slowly eating you up.

Lately, I was thinking of going back to old school when I saw some notebooks covered in dust at my office. The nostalgic feeling surged in. And I thought why not I go back to handwriting my poems and rants again? I know it will not be easy to change the ways that I was used to doing with ease (with the help of smartphones). But I have to be positive about it. I just have to be persistent about it.

So, what am I doing now? I wanna go back to writing again. For my heart’s sake. But, writing a blog ain’t easy I must say. It’s a new journey.