I Really Hate Writing as much as Hate Eating Bitter Gourd
An Open Letter to Myself: A Frustrated Writer
Every since when I was a student, writing is something out of my league. Whenever there is an essay exam or composition, I always received a lower than average score. I don’t enjoy writing as much as my other classmates do. I am not a creative person. And I thought writing is for creative people.
But to be honest, I tried writing because it looks cool. So I tried poetry. Naaah! It didn’t turn out well. I tried scriptwriting. Naaaah! Didn’t even finished one scene. I tried creative writing. Naaah! Again, I was running out of words. Because of that, I stopped writing and told myself that writing is not for me.
Years have passed, I became an engineer. I like to be called an engineer. Again, it looks cool. But part of it is that I don’t have to deal with words. I love numbers. Numbers love me. I’m not that great but at least the feeling is mutual.
I thought I was totally free from writing. Not until I have to write an essay during my interview exam. Ugh! It’s a struggle. Why writing essays included in the exam?
Even at work, I have to write emails, business letters, and reports. All have to do with words. Thought I will be dealing with numbers but I did not.
Then I realize, all my life I hated writing but it is writing that brought me where I am right now. Whenever I try to communicate, I write emails. Whenever I was tasked to report, I create presentations.
What is more surprising is I joined Toastmaster International. So I was obliged to write my speech. I even enrolled in Writing Academy to know the basics of creative writing. I do also join course about copywriting and even follow a weird but effective advice on “Copy the Copy”. Now, I read books and articles on how to be an effective communicator thru writing.
What the hell, am I doing? Do I really hate writing as much as hate eating bitter gourd? Or do I just find excuses for the fact that writing is really essential and part of our life?
Where could this newly found “passion” can lead me? Am I only infected by Shiny Object Syndrome that after reaching the end of the tunnel, I will discover that is not shiny at all?
I don’t even know how to finish this article. Urgh!
