Why a Blogger?

I have always been amazed how communication makes or breaks things easily. Is the line to draw not so thin? People around me struggle to say we hate, to say we love. We use the wrong words for their wrong meanings. We abuse them, and we can’t even bear the consequences.

Loving the Motoring Industry!
Helping out with the Local Publication - Option Malaysia and Euro Tuner Mags.
Posing with one of the Sales Manager - Mindy 

Words. They are tiny, precise, they are substantial. They can be written, or said, and they are to be handled with care. Their impact has no limits. They can mean a thousand little things. Things we may sometimes want to ignore. Why though? All the time, words are pretended not to be heard, are hoped to be pronounced. Words are thoughts, actions, and qualms. Words are promises one did not hold, regrets of a life we did not embrace, traces of a memory we cannot let go of. The power of words is outstanding. How many hearts have they healed, how many miseries have they waved away, how many names have they saluted? Unspoken, they can wreck the soul. Said out loud, they can hurt, crush, pull apart, destroy, bind and create, too. In a fraction of a second. You cannot take those words back, those words that here lie on the wooden floor, among the broken glass. Words have causes and consequences, always. Bound together, words form sentences, abstract metaphors, poems, articles, and collected works. Beautiful ones. And sometimes, words can change the world. Or let’s hope so, at least. Please, let’s. Words are my belief. Nice words, bad words, always watch for the difference. One day, that difference could be everything.

Nothing can make me more happy than posing with Local Motoring Editor [Jon L.] of Option Malaysia and Euro Tuner Mags.
He was also the judge for Mean Machines Autoshow.
Yes, was about to 'we-fie' and someone kind enough to snap pic for us.

Being a blogger is dedicating one’s own life to those words. It is nothing healthy, nor reassuring. It is scary, risky, and extreme. I think over words way more than any regular human being should. It is disturbing, and overwhelming, but it amuses me. Writing is a game, a puzzle. It is playing with syntax, semantic, metaphors, assonances and rhymes. It is assembling the pieces together, it is choosing, cautiously. It is fighting with punctuation and little linking words, struggling with adjectives, repetitions and synonyms. It is stumbling over words that you invent. Being a blogger is making people think and dream, and smile, and cry. That, all at the same time, possibly.

 It is convincing, discussing a world you can barely understand yourself. It is living between lines and thoughts, blank pages of a Word document and those few notebooks you have received on each one of your birthdays for 28 years. But being a blogger is nothing of a choice, nothing of a career anyone has possibly decided to lead, nothing of a career I wish for anybody to have chosen.

When I spend a few days without writing, my thoughts get messy, my heart resentful. Being a blogger, is not knowing when your words will be heard, read. It is not being sure whether you can turn that fantasy into a career. A career that could allow you to pay your bills, those fancy drinks you get on Sunday brunches and that tiny room you live in, in the heart of nowhere. It is however trying to do so. It is believing luck will turn your way, it is believing every thought is relevant, it is believing in the reward of perseverance.

Motoring Magazines
Euro Tuner

Every day I see people shrugging with a deriving look when I say being a blogger is what I carve myself out to be. “There’s no jobs”, some laugh, waving me away. So I think: what are all the bloggers in our world left with to do? Because I am not sure about you, but I surely can’t give up