Kicking off another start in blogging with pessimism is not entirely to my taste, yet here I am, tangled in my thoughts and emotions that I somehow realized that I had to recreate my blog. It only dawned on me that everything seemed wrong, starting from my blog title.
And so with a little bit of thinking and tinkering, I came up with this- The Barren Walls. What exactly do I mean by this? Well, it's just it- bare. As always, writing has been my most effective means of communication, not only with others, but to myself as well. Perhaps this might be a little confusing but with somebody like me, whose thoughts always run as quick as lightning, they all get messed up that the only way I can straighten things out is through expressing them in words.
I may not be in my high spirits lately, and I've definitely been better. But expressing myself once again made me realize how much I missed it. I came to like the new me, so bubbly and friendly, not my usual brooding self. But there are really some things that can wear you down. And as my usual solace, I return here. It's just like a prodigal son, or a reformed drug abuser, or a stray husband coming home to his wife, knowing that after all that's been said and done, he still has to come home.
There are things in my life for the past couple of years that I should really be thankful for, and I am really grateful. Even for the pain, the sorrow, or the loneliness, when all has passed, I came to look back and learn from them. I rushed and I fell. I picked myself up. I learned. And now I am careful. I can honestly say that I have become a better person. And this is only the beginning.
