Jerome Estepa

It started in high school.
I was the high school's associate editor.
I enjoyed the stint.
Right there and then I knew I wanted to be a writer.
But fate intervened and I took Computer Engineering.
Two years spent on computers left me a mess.
I simply did not fit in.
I still wanted to be a writer. It was recurring.
It became more of a nightmare than a dream.
So I decided to shift courses.
At first, I thought it was Journalism.
Not a bad choice, I was once an associate editor.
But fate did its job again. I wasn't accepted.
I tried going to Broadcast Communications.
It was the same, an epic fail.
Almost hopeless, but, no, I still wanted to be a writer.
Advertising and Public Relations is my last drop of hope.
Finally, the final piece of my puzzle fit.
I fit in, finally.
Now, I am not just a writer.
I do not just write.
I think. I integrate. I conceptualize.
And, most of all, I create.
Now, my world is full.
So full that I do not know what the future holds.
But I am sure that all is great.
For possibilities are endless.
And impossible is nothing but "I M Possible."