There are instances in our life when we have to stop and pause for a while – like a comma within our life’s lengthy and incoherent sentences. A lot of these pauses can happen along the way – sickness, losing a job, failed relationships, which are somehow beyond our control.
I used to believe that I can write. Then, when I was an editor in the student publication of my university, when I was winning inter-college writing competitions and when I have all the time in the world to waste daydreaming. I was sure that I will be pursuing a career in writing/literature or in a related field.
But life took an expected turn. I woke up one day with the realization that I have son to raise and I am doing it on my own.
You see, these pauses can also be life-altering. Instead of following my dream, I had to turn to posts that will put food on our table and provide for my son’s needs. No, I can’t afford to live the struggling artist’s life. I just had to put my pen down and set aside romantic dreams of being able to produce a worthy literary piece.
Now, my worst fear is happening, my writing skills are beginning to atrophy. Creativity has deserted me, inspiration seldom visits and if it does, it is gone before I even had the chance to realize and capture it in word form. I am even beginning to forget the rules in grammar, my vocabulary is thinning and I am being uncomfortable with my use of punctuations.
If I may quote my friend, I think I am unfortunately mis,placing a comma here.