The "Blogging" Misconception

Back those days when I started out as a blogger, I did so just for the fun of it. No keywords, search engine optimization, heck not even monetization was bothering me then. I just wrote. After a few months of utter dedication and passion to my writing… I started harvesting the fruits of my labor. Labor, which I didn’t considered to be a chore when I started out. Fruits that is more commonly known as money to most of us. No doubt, it made my blogging life more colorful than ever… Yet it had both a good and bad side. Blogging for fun is fun If you blog for fun, then of course, blogging is going to be fun! Especially if you post about all the happy things that you see around or write about great finds that you want to share with your friends. It’s also an avenue to share your downs in life..[1. Carla Nazario‘s inspirations to blog] Who knows, people who have been in common situations might leave some piece of advice? You can freely blog, no doubt.. but everything has its limitations. For one, I believe there’s just one limitation to the freedom of blogging and that is respect. Respect other people, other entities. Specially the ones that you criticize in your posts. If there’s a need for you to be negative, then do so constructively. Blogging to earn is troublesome And on goes my journey as a blogger. I experienced my first Adsense payout billed at around 150 Dollars, about a year after I got into it. Oh yes, it took me that long....

Starting to be more independent

Rethinking about those moments when my mother texted me up that I should get my ass home as soon as possible because something happened to my father drive me nuts, scared and insane. They simply creep me out. My father is 71 years old and he had a mild stroke last Friday at around 11 o’clock. ‘guess we all know well that even a mild strong ain’t that mild for a person of that age (or say any person at all). It often signalizes the start of the closing chapter of the life that’s been hit by such. And there’s no way that I can get myself away from the thought that this might just be the case with my father. “Your Dad’s Hospitalization was so far the best thing that happened to you this 2011”, those were the words of my best friend. No, she did not speak them with a tongue of irony or sarcasm; she really means it. It’s not that she spells shadenfreude for the situation my dad is in it’s just that she believes this to be my time, my chance to prove to myself and to my (extended) family that I can somehow wrap myself up on my own, be a more independent per say. She also notes that this incident is healthy for the relationship with me and my girlfriend. She hasn’t left me down at all during this darn difficult moments. She’s the one who has been giving me strength and confidence to go on as I’m trying to motivate and buildup the emotional being of my father. I know very...