I guess I've come to realised that blogging is quite a pleasant activity. I seem to actually like writing on it, seeing how I've written quite frequently these days. I don't really feel that grouchy, nor do I feel that the world seems so dark and cloudy these days. Maybe the sunlight's coming through afterall.
Or most likely, I seem to feel better by posting instead of keeping everything silent within me. Writing kind of helps me to reflect as those words come out from me into physical form.
Not completely ready for things ahead of me, but I certainly feel a little better than before, and I see that as a good thing, and perhaps a sign that I should do this more often.
After all, I still remember that writing was one of my favourite activities even twelve to thirteen years back.
Not that I was any good at it, but I liked it as a hobby, and to me, that was all that really mattered. Happiness that I could find there was the prize that I kept my eyes on.
And I guess I probably still do. Maybe it's just a guess, but it's better than nothing. One step forward, at the very least.
Past, present, future. The flow of passage is unstoppable.
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