I don't think anyone would have cared aside from myself but I haven't actually written for quite a while now. If I'm not mistaken, it has been twenty months since I even attempted to write something. Maybe I was too preoccupied with my academic life that I could no longer allot time for other things or activities; but that statement isn't entirely true. It's just that I really lacked motivation to continue writing. I couldn't recall the purpose of having to write my thoughts down. I know I started this blog three years ago for a reason but somehow I couldn't recall what that was. Life went on and I've had some enumerable experiences. But whenever I thought of writing them down, I'd always question myself: "what for? and why would it matter?". And so I stopped.
But here I find myself again, attempting to create a write-up for a purpose I'm still yet to find out. I'm not even sure what that might turn out to be. I guess something may have unsettled my state of mind significantly enough to get myself back into this. I've been thinking a lot lately. That's nothing new. It's always been a part of me. However, I realized that the recent events in my life have made me overthink at a rate greater than than the usual. All the thoughts that linger in my head day by day become more and more senseless. Given the recent developments in my personal life, the necessity to write eventually came back. Eventually, I then remembered the reason why I used to write. Having to go through challenging times, this was a means for me to unload my heavy thoughts and unclog my mind. It served as an outlet for me to prevent my mind from imploding. It was a mechanism that made me draw conclusions from fragments I extract from this chaos of thoughts. Upon realizing all these, I may be able to say that I have regained the very purpose of writing for this blog.
To think about it, I resorted into writing not because of inspiration. I did so because I discovered that this turned out to be some way of self-remedy for me. The recent events in my life have got me caught in a whirlwind and I know I'm supposed to sort things out. To do that, untangling my thoughts may be the first step to pull myself back together. With that, there's enough reason for me to write once again and I sincerely hope that my future self would understand.
To think about it, I resorted into writing not because of inspiration. I did so because I discovered that this turned out to be some way of self-remedy for me. The recent events in my life have got me caught in a whirlwind and I know I'm supposed to sort things out. To do that, untangling my thoughts may be the first step to pull myself back together. With that, there's enough reason for me to write once again and I sincerely hope that my future self would understand.
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