Dream On

I have always been dreaming of becoming a journalist when I was still a young girl in high school. In fact, I fill up the position of Editor-in-Chief during high school. I thought, back then, that I am good in writing correspondence. I am elated at every piece inthe school paper with my name on it. But I saw myself as someone who will get into trouble once I pursue that profession. And my stepdad agreed, emphasizing the fact that there is no money in it. Discouraged, I began focusing on my love for arts. I draw, and paint. It was another hopeful profession to have once in College. But again, stepdad interfere telling me how bad and lousy it's gonna be. Just like everyone else who doesn't lose hope that easily, I tried the Mathematics field which fortunately, I excelled in my final year in high school. It was an effort and pain going to different quizbee without early notice but I strive, for the sake of my future. Graduation come, I was told non-chalantly by this person who holds the reins of my future that Civil Engineering is out of the question.

For the journalist inside me, i retorted back and asked for an explanation. This is what he told me:

Journalist runs to the mountain. You will become an activist.
Artist freak out. They don't earn money and you would end up with
drugs, prostitution and wrong guy.
Civil Engineering are for men, alone.

Looking back, I should have cut him off. I should have stopped him from taking the reins of my future. Or better yet, I should have folowed my hearts desire. I should have taken courses on painting in between summer class.

But, I did not do anything. I am scared of this person who stole my youth and my dreams. Gladly, fate turn his helping hand at me. I might not have excelled on the field that was insisted upon me by that old dictator but it was my passport to runaway from home. Finding my dad was a bonus, minus the disappoinment he brought me.

Now, with nappies and baby bottles at hand, I keep on dreaming. Maybe, my artistic persona is working on through this blog. And perhaps, in my work right now. Who says technical side doesn't mingle with arts. It does. Everything around us is art.