My Life's Work is Worth Half a Dollar

Today I sold most of my life's work to a junk shop and I earned about half a dollar for five kilograms of paper with my thoughts in each one of them. It made me sad to see most of my experimentations on prose and poetry be thrown away, but I knew I had to let go of them. I am training myself not to get too sentimental or involved.

Ever heard the saying, "a penny for your thoughts"? Well, that's exactly how much my ideas were. Some were even worth nothing. Inside the box were some stories I wrote from high school, poems that I wrote when I was young, unfinished novels inspired by Sweet Valley Twins and my fanfiction of Westlife. The box also included some of my Filipino love stories - a futile and crazy attempt just to get published - and also the original draft of my unpublished novel, "When All The Ice Melts."

I have always dreamt of being a writer because I have a passion for words. I still hold on to that dream, I guess. Throwing away those years of written words makes me want to cry, but then I realize that in order for me to grow, I have to let go. So, I finally did, and it was actually a liberating experience.

Gone are the days of pencil and paper. Now I write on a more permanent type of ink. It's different from what I used to do before. Now, I have to think really hard about what I write, to make sure that my thoughts are worth more than a penny. Blogging is now my way of sharing the whole world what I feel, and I'm glad that I cannot sell my ideas anymore to a junk shop.

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