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Writing is Righting

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“Your message is important,” my fiancé hugged me as I got in the car this morning. I was on my way to Cavite. Another talk. Today I told young people: writing is righting.

The Power of Female Friendships

I dropped by Buku-Buku Kafe around lunch time to drop some more books for consignment. Buku Buku Kafe is owned by my friend and fellow UGRAD alumna, Jess. I wasn’t expecting her because she told me of her schedule, but she was there when I arrived. We had lunch together and caught up.

It is such a privilege to have people with whom I can check in. It has been a year since Jess and I last met in person. I performed at Buku Buku Kafe for an open mic. Jess and I come from different life circumstances, and that enriches our friendship because we can see things in the same light.

Jess has a space where she features upcoming artists like me. I perform at Buku Buku and tell my friends to drop by the cafe.

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Book Talk at Statefields School Cavite

May Anne picked me up at Buku Buku. She was ecstatic that I agreed to speak at her school. Of course I am too, and I asked for more information about her school and the audience. She sheepishly warned me that I might have to dilute my message a little bit for their comprehension level. They are junior high school students.

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They were the best group of students with whom I have shared my work. The Grade 11 Stallions (I called them Statefielders, it was a hoot) were responsive, empathetic, and encouraging. If they represent the next generation of Filipinos, I feel assured that we are going to be okay. Also because they don’t have finstagrams.

Writing is Righting

Liz Gilbert once said, do not abuse yourself for the choice that you made when all you knew was what you knew today.

There is something about self-forgiveness that is very visceral. I need to forgive myself many times a day to stay focused on my purpose in this world. I cannot be my own enemy while trying to write to save a hypothetical someone out there in the world. I cannot stop flailing my legs to keep afloat when I am trying to rescue those who are drowning.

I cannot stop and I will not stop writing.

 

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