Bloom and Grow

Usually, on the horizon, I see clouds bearing rain, wind and thunder. On those days, I shut myself in my little room, and think. I dislike constant rain, and I find it hard to retain the strength to keep smiling and face each day anew when the rain always beats down on me.

This, obviously, describes not only my literal reality, but my metaphorical one as well.

It had felt like I have always bore some heavy load, with a gloomy outlook in the horizon, as I treaded through these past few college years. There have been sun-breaks, but always, clouds hovered in the distance.

However, I can now see a shaft of light in the distance now, growing brighter and brighter. The friends I have gained along the way have made my load much easier. And now, even the horizon looks like it will clear soon.

I have always loved to write, and I have always wanted to entertain and delight people with my writing. For years now, I have taken up ambitious writing projects of my own design and chipped and worked at it. I never know if I could show them to the world, but I could never stop writing either. It became sort of a paradox. The more I wrote, the more I invested myself into the writing, and the more I invested myself, the more fearful I became about showing it to the world.

Yet, writing became a solace to me over the past few years. It was a little seed that, I would like to think, had been well watered by the rains. Now, I feel it growing and sprouting.

I have, once again, taken up collaboration work with some close friends. Learning from the mistakes of previous attempts to do these things, we have drawn up a strong course to succeeding in our endeavors. I shall write for the project, with the inputs with our team, and hopefully, our end result would be an offering savory to the public.

I pray for our work to bloom and grow. Truly, little seed bloom and grow.

When it does, the sun shall dry me and hold me in its comfort.