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Hello and welcome to my blog!

It is my hope that this blog will be the answer to the question I have been asking myself for a while:

What on earth am I here for?

I have always believed that even before we were born, God already had big plans for us.  He blessed us with unique gifts that will allow us to contribute to the world.  

But, we get caught up in our  day to day lives, at times ignoring our gifts, in order to serve our families.  We work on jobs that do not fulfill us just to earn our keep.  Despite the many toys we acquire, we cannot find satisfaction in life.  So we continue to acquire more, hoping to fill that void. 

There must be more to life than this day to day existence.  

I knew I wanted to be a writer even when I was young.  Writing is my strength.  Writing is my happy place.  Writing fills my soul. 

On my senior year in high school, I told my mom that I wanted to take up Journalism in college.  She said that there is no money to be had in writing, and that I’ll be better off pursuing Computer Science because that was the “in” thing those days.  It is my ticket to a better life.  She even threatened not to pay for college if I don’t pursue Computer Science.  

Reluctantly, I agreed, because mothers know best, right?  Instead of going into rebellion, which would essentially destroy my future, I studied hard, did my best, thereby got really good grades.  But I wasn’t happy.  Writing became a way to vent out my deep-seated feeling of dissatisfaction.

After college, I got decent jobs, was able to migrate to the US through my professional credentials, became a reliable and effective team player.  All along, I continued to yearn for more.  Writing became my refuge.

Call it the wisdom of the 40s, but I know, deep in my heart, that I was meant to do something else.  I believe that God put me on this earth to contribute my gifts to the world.  

I began reading self-help books.  I cried when I read “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield because I felt that God was talking to me directly.  The angels must have whispered those words to Steven’s ears because they knew I’d be reading them.  To quote the last paragraph on the last page of the book:

Creative work is not a selfish act or a bid for attention on the part of the actor.  It’s a gift to the world and every being in it.  Don’t cheat us of your contribution.  Give us what you’ve got.

So, armed with life, money, and faith lessons I’ve learned from my very smart mom, and some I’ve picked up along the way, I created this blog.  

This blog will be my contribution to the world.