There are times when the words just flow freely. And it’s at these times where I think I write my most memorable pieces.

There’s no trying too hard, no pretense, and no desire to come up with something magical or mind blowing.

I’d like to think of myself as a writer. That’s what positive thinkers do, right?

But am I really?

Can I call myself a writer for self publishing a book once?

Am I a writer because I’m writing and publishing my thoughts?

But I think the real question here is do I have to be called a writer to believe I am one?

Coming from a personal perspective, I now realize that it’s my own self criticism that is stopping me from continuing to do what I love the most.

Writing.

I keep asking myself, how can I be an effective writer if my traffic says otherwise (it’s not that bad really). You know, those likes, followers and responses, it can mess you up.

But then, there’s my daughter. I let her read all my writings before I post. She’s my proofreader, critic, and most valuable follower. And she’s all I need.

Writing, just like public speaking can be intimidating if we are to consider how well the audience reacts to everything that is said. Very limited reactions could mean very little effect. Or so I thought.

But then again, I take comfort in knowing that there are many people out there who are not into leaving their presence. They’re there but you can hardly feel their presence.

I am one of them.

For now, I’ll just keep writing whenever the words flow freely.

I’ll keep writing for myself and for every invisible presence.

Most importantly, I’ll keep writing for my daughter.

Thank you for always believing in me, anak.

Until next time,