When I first started this, I was lonely. Or rather, not content with being alone.
I remembered sitting at my desk with no deadlines looming and no commitments to be made.
There wasn’t anything that prompted me to stay up all night. And yet, I did.
That night, I felt that something was missing. It was cold, it was raining and it was perfect. Perfect for a new beginning.
It was then that I started what seemed to be a downward spiral on
the outside, but I was finally content.
To be honest, nothing changed. It’s just that pouring out what’s on my mind has led me to discover much more interesting things and people that changed the way I viewed the world.
And what better way to share it out in paragraphs as disorganised as this?
Looking back at the things I’ve written *cringe*, I never truly let myself go until recent months.
What used to
take days can be done and uploaded within hours. I’m definitely no Economist writer (trying to read more of that soon), but that’s not what starting
this blog is for either.
I wish this blog could go on forever, without using clickbait titles, following trends or deleting posts just because I feel inadequate.
I’m rambling because I want to remind myself that I’m not doing this for others or to please anyone. I’m doing it for fun, and I’m doing it for me.
Happy 55th post.