It's been three years since I last blogged consistently and I got the itch to finally get back to business after reading the personal blogs of some of my friends. Reading their posts made me realise that I missed writing. I miss the medium that allows me to express whatever I feel, however I want. Of course, over the past few years, I have matured quite a bit, and therefore, my writing would reflect that change. It tickles me pink to read the posts of my previous blog. I knew that I didnt want to delete the other blog when I stopped writing, because I wanted to have the opportunity to look back, and reflect upon the events that have occurred in my life.
That being said, nostalgia is kind of a double-edged sword. On one hand, it allows me to remember the good experiences that had happened. The joys, the laughter, the beginnings. At the same time, it also makes my cheeks flush with embarrassment at some of the things that had been written by my younger self. But as with life, we live, and then we learn. Mistakes of the past are what makes us who we are today. Those heartaches, the disappointments; they form the backbone of our current self. I do not know how long I will continue blogging, but I do know that I would like to document the experiences that I've been through, because when you're old and in despair, you'd want to look back and have physical memories of the years where you think that you could have it all.