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To Love & Letter (12/10/2022)

“Survival was my only hope, success my only revenge.” - Patricia Cornwell

Did you do a self-check today? Did you ever think you’d reached the heights of your success? Has your perspective on success shifted?

Every man’s dream is to be successful. Some believe that if it’s for you, it’s for you; leave the rest to the universe, but I think that’s a bit of a shallow statement. A person will never be successful if he has a goal but does not try to achieve it. To carry out your ambition, you must pursue it with zeal and dedication. There are no shortcuts to success, only shortcomings.

Being young and free in the Philippines gives me the advantage to achieve my goals, but living in the Philippines is like living at the North Pole, where the sun takes longer to appear, and if it does, it can only appear as an eclipse. We can think of the sun as a metaphor for hope; it rarely appears here, and when it does, it can only give you half a chance. However, while waves of problems and catastrophes of misfortune may occur, I always remember that this is only the moment of the disaster and that overcoming it will make me stronger when I face my success.

Either You Run the Day or the Day Runs You

When I was a sweet innocent Bea, I fantasized about having a pink-clothed mansion and living the Paris Hilton lifestyle. A young girl who dreams of becoming the princess she wishes to be. A princess who ruled, was beloved by the people, and always got her way. As I grew older, being a sophomore caused me to make somehow different choices. Most people never took me seriously because they see me as someone who only obeys rather than orders, which is tiresome. I still want to be a woman who dresses in pink, but I want people to perceive me as authoritative as men. Pink is associated with femininity in our patriarchal society, and being feminine implies that you are inferior to men and that everyone should see you as a porcelain doll, soft and cooperative, rather than a wild cheetah, strong and feisty. My desire to be a princess is still visible there, but it is likely not innocent, I want to be involved. If society refuses to change, be the change that forces society to change.

Don’t let society forget who you truly are. When you feel like giving up on your dreams, remember why you started in the first place. Everyday life presents us with challenges, but not allowing life to ruin us is a stepping stone to success. Put your heart, mind, and soul into even the most insignificant acts. This is the success formula. Believe in yourself. Your positive action combined with positive thinking results in success. Surround yourself with positive people and connect with people who are already successful in their lives. When I fail to consistently do and be consistent in myself, I remember my mother telling me that success is not final and failure is not fatal; what matters is the courage to continue.

Success does not occur by accident. Persistence, hard work, learning, and, most importantly, a love of what you are doing or learning to do are all required. Our way of achieving success is like a song, different melody, pattern, tempo, and genre, but we always have the Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do basic key. Be gentle with yourself and learn to appreciate who you are; you are uniquely made. Success does not always refer to the bigger things in life; sometimes it refers to our ability to be what we want despite the odds of being different from everyone else.

Bea S. Gellangcanao

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Now playing: Kidult (10/12/2022)

"As the curtain comes down, you'll see me in another theater ground, where I now have to act like everything's all right in front of the crowd."

Since I was a child, I've always been interested in the arts, whether it's singing, dancing, or even art and crafts, but the one that piques my curiosity the most is acting. For years, I've participated in stage plays, theatrical performances, and inner and outer school contests. I mastered the art of bringing the character to life by acting out the scenes they wanted to portray and expressing the lines they said in the play. I believe it is because of these things that I mastered the art of manipulation. It comes to the point where I'm capable of manipulating even my brain and emotions.

In front of everyone, I am the Bea who is known for being loud and proud, the Bea who has everything in order. Who is Bea? The most outgoing buddy you'll ever meet. A teacher in my old school once approached me and remarked, "Your name is Bea? So you're a bringer of joy, a blessed one? " Since then, I've been driven to be the Bea who personifies that name. I had no idea that this simple meaning of my name would come to terrorize me.

My mind is now empty of thoughts; it's difficult for me to feel vulnerable since I don't want to be vulnerable. Every time I think about being happy, I worry that if I am too happy, it will all be gone in an instant and replaced by misery. I can't think of a single time when I was truly happy.

My life feels like a movie created by a kid, a kid who's inexperienced and wants to spread happiness as often as possible but never truly understands what it is. Life has now become my stage. I've feigned and never told anyone that I've never been unhappy in my life; I've never told even my family that I couldn't be cheery every day, that I've been pretending so they wouldn't add me to their worries and could concentrate on other things. I'm happy pretending to be happy. It is all scripted and plotted by that kid of an author to happen, and that kid is me.

I'm a kid trying to be an adult because of my age, but I never actually grew up. I dreamed like a child every day and regretted it like an adult. As a result, I've never been able to think clearly; It's all in my head, I always say. No one noticed, and no one asked me. I'm just waiting for someone to see through this charade I'm playing.

I'm always fascinated by the idea of finishing this stage, of performing my final act and breaking the cycle of pretending... but I love acting, I love my audience. I never want them to see me perform on my last stage because it might make them sad, which is not the goal of the name I wanted to portray.

I'm getting tired, the giver of joy has run out of joy to share. Will it be okay if I cease doing this mime act? No, I don't think so. In the end, I'm still a people-pleaser. I'll keep doing this till someone answers correctly. And yes, I'm not okay.

"After I brush it off with a smile like an adult, I cry like a child too."

By: Bea S. Gellangcanao

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Made to be... (09/20/2021)

It is gratifying to see people succeed in their various fields: to see the world recognize their efforts; to have awards named after them in recognition of their outstanding contributions; to be recognized as the masters, fathers, mothers, or inventors of anything; and in many other things. We prefer to refer to these individuals as "prodigies," but are prodigies born prodigies immediately, or are they developed to be prodigies? Much as are creative writers inborn creative writers, or are they made to be creative writers?

In recent years, the term "prodigy" has become less common; we frequently heard it in the 1800s, when the wealthy ruled the world. People use this word to describe a young person who succeeds in a particular area, which is ordinarily a field in which their progenitors excelled as well. We often equate prodigies with people who were born gifted, but when we look deeper into it, the people we view as "gifted" were originally made to be that "gifted". They were educated to succeed from an early age so that by the time they were older than three, they were already masters at their art. We may all agree that some prodigies are underprivileged, which leads to self-teaching, which also suggests that they were born with that kind of intelligence, but let's be honest: the majority of prodigies we know come from wealthy households that can afford to hire someone to mentor their youngsters to greatness.

Creative writers, like prodigies, are often made rather than born. It's refreshing to see young people these days openly expressing themselves and unleashing their creative personalities via writing. However, many people continue to believe that successful writers are born with an exceptional combination of creativity and cleverness. This belief discourages individuals who wish to learn to write, and as a result, they never attempt to and lose interest. Consequently, this cultural paradigm appears negatively in people's attitudes toward themselves and other situations that necessitate writing capabilities. Remember that writing is a process; it is a discipline of thinking and analyzing language to generate beautiful and meaningful words to make them imagine and explore your world. Creative writes makes their readers imagine the unimaginable, they love making their reader think and be critical. It is believed that you cannot offer what you do not have. A creative writer cannot write anything if he has not read anything, writing emerges from the pool of all that a person has read. At the same time, we must recognize that writing is a social activity strengthened by reflection, research, review, and revision. To be a creative writer, you must learn how to communicate and understand the experience. You can't write just for yourself and expect people to relate to you.

In conclusion, we can all be creative writers. We can all develop, and we are not restricted by an intrinsic, predefined level of our writing ability, and just be confident. Creative writers are formed from teaching, emotions, experiences, communication, memories, and many other things. It is the things that happened to us that created us to be creative writers. Creative writers are not born; rather, they are taught to be made.

By: Bea S. Gellangcanao

- An answer to the question “ARE CREATIVE WRITERS BORN OR MADE?”