To drop or not to drop...

...that was the question I had in my mind as I wake up awhile ago. It was the first day of school and my body wasn't cooperating with me. I slept late last night thinking whether I'll drop the subjects I enrolled for my MFA class or not. Out of nowhere, the idea that 'writing isn't my life' whipped me thus leaving a scar of doubt in my belief (and my family’s belief) that I can prove my worth as a ‘writer’. Yet, my feet seemed to have its own brain. I suddenly realized as I stepped inside the freezing classroom of our University that as Blaise Pascal puts it, "the heart has its reasons which reason knows not of."

I'm not in a hurry to discover why I'm still craving for words to construct a thought, or in a bigger perspective, a story. It is enough for me to realize what I wanted. I had the chance to drop my subjects awhile ago and choose another path. But then, my fingertips were excited to tip my keyboard in order to fill this blank page-- or rather, this page.