My blog is supposed to exist as an insight into the inner workings of my mind.
What the original purpose this served seems to escape me at the moment. I guess the commonly shared need to be heard. for what purpose though?
My blog, this particular one anyway, was supposed to act as an online diary of sorts. To remind me of things of things I've seen, felt and thought.
To remind me of the loves I've lost, gained and mostly taken for granted. Of the people I've lost touch with, or simply lost to the twirls of fate.
To the passions I've had and shared, most of which now exist slumbering in coffins, only to be awoken rudely by my soul stirring for deeper meaning.
yes, this blog in the not too far future will also act as an obituary of sorts. A log of my misgiving and immaturity. A standing tribute to my mental mess and truly confused personality.
Or in a perfect world, this can be a testament to the life I've lead. This could log my metamorphosis into the person I intend to be, rising from the sub-par environment that surrounds me to live a life of peace and higher meaning.
Life is, what I make of it, my times starts now.
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