I have finally crossed the line to start blogging. Been on my mind for a long time but had (and still have) mixed feelings about it... But as anything else in life, unless I give it a try I can't say whether I like it or not, how it feels like to blog and whether blogging does change something in our lives..or not.
Since I was very young, I have started numerous diaries and journals. I would write few words, fill in a few pages and after a month or so, abandon it to seek other, or maybe to start another one anew. I have always thought of my diaries as incomplete, an unfinished work. But simultaneously my life was moving on, I was changing..so maybe the puzzle of diaries I have stored is a reflection of the puzzle of my life. It's incomplete and unfinished because it is going on, moulding constantly to the changes around me ... instilling a sense of mystery and grandeur...like any unfinished work of art.
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