Back to Writing…
Its been a while since I last wrote. I don’t recall why I stopped - was it fear of losing my privacy? Was it because I was too busy? Was it because … ah, so many reasons. Why speculate?
One thing I know now is why I’m writing again. Its a continual record of my journey through life, not so much for the insatiable curiosity of the masses, but for the scouring of my life. It is to examine my experiences, with the hope of learning from them.
Indeed, memory has served well but lessons once freshly imprinted begin to fade into the mists of time. I can no longer count on remembering details of events unaided by notes or memoirs. Names, places, people - they are all merged into one continuum of swirling colour and sound.
In the new year of 2004, I had pledged to myself that I would endeavour to make a concious effort to lead a meaningful life. In the last months of 2003, I had fallen into the habit of wasting hours on yet another computer game, and it was with great providence that I was able to halt the destructive habit. Indeed, it served as a wake up call of sorts - how I yearn to avoid repeating the painful mistakes of my misspent youth.
Well, setting up the journal was one of the activities that I had promised myself, and here it is. My life starts today.