27th February, 2018.
No, I am not dead yet. Really,if anything, I am alive and well and mostly I am doing fine. I do not know why am I indulging in the social niceties right now, I guess it is about the return and I am trying to break the ice formed for so long now.
I intended to right a rant on 31st of December, 2017 or 1st of January, 2018, but then it occurred to me that it will only feed to the cliched forms I have been trying to quit for a long time now. I made it a habit to write something at the end of the year for as long as this blog existed and it was a routine break that I needed.
And frankly speaking, I did considered leaving the blog space for good and forever, it had almost served its purpose of making me write and keep me in the habit as it is, I remember my masthead of psychojournals, it said "this blog was created for one single purpose, to save myself from a continuous deterioration of my sanity". And I now believe that I am safe, for most of the part that is. It would only make sense to bid this format goodbye and let it go.
To tell you the truth, it will be happening, if not soon, but it will. Not because I grew out of writing blogs or writing in a general sense, and time is not a factor here either, god knows I can always make time for the things I love (apart from learning how to play the bloody guitar,that is). It's just that, I am not really sure what to write and say, poems and stories are all fun and games till the writer's block kicks in. And I have really nothing clever to say, so much for studying amounts of philosophy.
I don't know, I am walking on a line here, to let go or not, to be or not to be?
That being said, I assume it's okay to pretend for a while, I have always advocated for the usage of vanity as a fair game. Till then!
Love!
No, I am not dead yet. Really,if anything, I am alive and well and mostly I am doing fine. I do not know why am I indulging in the social niceties right now, I guess it is about the return and I am trying to break the ice formed for so long now.
I intended to right a rant on 31st of December, 2017 or 1st of January, 2018, but then it occurred to me that it will only feed to the cliched forms I have been trying to quit for a long time now. I made it a habit to write something at the end of the year for as long as this blog existed and it was a routine break that I needed.
And frankly speaking, I did considered leaving the blog space for good and forever, it had almost served its purpose of making me write and keep me in the habit as it is, I remember my masthead of psychojournals, it said "this blog was created for one single purpose, to save myself from a continuous deterioration of my sanity". And I now believe that I am safe, for most of the part that is. It would only make sense to bid this format goodbye and let it go.
To tell you the truth, it will be happening, if not soon, but it will. Not because I grew out of writing blogs or writing in a general sense, and time is not a factor here either, god knows I can always make time for the things I love (apart from learning how to play the bloody guitar,that is). It's just that, I am not really sure what to write and say, poems and stories are all fun and games till the writer's block kicks in. And I have really nothing clever to say, so much for studying amounts of philosophy.
I don't know, I am walking on a line here, to let go or not, to be or not to be?
That being said, I assume it's okay to pretend for a while, I have always advocated for the usage of vanity as a fair game. Till then!
Love!
