There are a lot of beautiful things in the world — places, events, things, feelings — which inspire us and makes us see the wonder of it all. As someone who writes, I try to find beauty and inspiration in the most common of things and not just in what lies before me but also in what lies beneath the facades or physical appearances — all beneath what people say are superficial. As a writer, I train myself to view things in all perspectives and see what story is being told in something even as mediocre and common to most people.
Throughout the years that I have been training myself and writing stories, I have learned that there is no such thing as “perfectly normal” since these things can turn out to be extraordinarily magical depending on how you view it and how one’s imagination is allowed to fly. The everyday occurances that we experience as we go through the road called life can turn into exciting new adventures if only we’d see things that way. Our lives are stories that we are all meant to write for ourselves, the ending of which is something we have to determined through successes and failures, hardships and endurance, victories and defeat, meetings and partings, joy and sorrows — all the things that we choose, live through and experience. Yes! That is how wonderfully unexpected life is!
I know that it has already been established that I am not a fan of the destinies that are irreplaceable, unchangable and uncontrollable. In everything that I write, although I may encorporate the whole destiny-theme, I never allow my story to end with the protagonists just blindly following through whatever people tell them they are destined to do, rather, I allow my characters to choose; to have an option that can lead them to multiple endings and throughout the stories the readers are shown the changes of the characters, their growth through their experiences as a person and allow them to see the values that each character holds that allows them to choose for themselves what they believe is right regardless of whether it is their destiny or not.
The wonders of reading and of stories, as well as of writing, had allowed me to travel to far-off places. It allowed me to go beyond what this world has to offer and allow me to learn things that gave me a chance to grow as a person — no matter how impossible such a feat can be. It allowed me to see the world without the need to pay so much money for air fare. Despite that, I have managed to board wonderous vessels — those that cross the vast seas and oceans, those that soar through the air and seemingly play with the clouds, those that allowed me to go on underwater expeditions and journeys underground all thanks to the power of books, their writers, and one of the wonderful gifts from God — Imagination.
Of all the stories I have read, perhaps the most wonderous be those that were told with music.
I have never thought I would fall in love with classical music but I did and I am glad that I have. As much as I am a fan of Japanese music which somehow manages to convey great stories in them and worthwhile lessons unlike the current trend of music we have now, I have also learned to appreciate Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart, Pachelbell, Gershwin, Listz, Brahms, Debusy, Ravel, Stravinsky, Bach, and Rachmaninov to name a few. It all started with my violin lessons but now I listen to them just as much as I listen to Jpop, and Country music.
People may find them boring to listen to, as I did in the past. However, I have learned to listen closely and try to imagine what the composer was trying to convey in his music — the story that he wanted to tell and the feeling he wanted to tell those that are listening. Sometimes, I can even end up making a story just based from the music that I have heard. I am still not good with this music thing but I am learning. I suppose, though, that I can never match up to my youngest sister’s talent for music. If I was blessed with talents for writing, drawing, and being a lyricist; and my younger sister was blessed with amazing logic and smarts and beauty; then, my youngest sister must have been blessed with amazing and superb talent in music as well as brains & beauty. It’s amazing how well she could play any instrument in such a short amount of time… though I hope she doesn’t just stick with playing pop music and try learning Beethoven’s 7th Symphony or Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue.
Anyways, arts allows people’s hearts to be connected. Not just those in paintings, not just music but novels and stories to. I say this because like paintings and music, the novels and stories that writers write allow the readers to peer into the hearts and minds of those who wrote them. It allows readers to see the beliefs and the feelings that the writers wish to convey.
Close friends of mine as well as my family know that my dream is to one day be a successful writer. I don’t know how people may interpret “successful” as, but for me, being able to write something that’s able to connect with a lot of people and that a lot of people will appreciate is success enough for me, fame and fortune can come as extras to that, lol.
The same goes to how I measure my dream of becoming a successful animator. I guess people may think of me as weird for wanting that instead of the material things that are popular now-a-days. But then again, I suppose I am not like most people. Some may think that as a bad thing but I’d like to think otherwise. After all, it’s great to be unique!