I have to say, I admire my past self for making the effort to write at least one blog post every week but the content seems to be very trivial and messy and incoherent most of the times. I suppose that just reflects who I was (and probably still is). Misspelled words, bad sentence structures, convoluted storytelling. All the making of horrible writing skills.
But even though I grimaced at my writing I actually am rather amused at how persistent my younger self was at updating the blog. I can't say the same to the present me. Writing has become a chore. It took too much time and too much effort. Regardless of how interesting a topic I wish to examine I always consider writing down my thoughts almost unnecessary because (to my mind) no one would read it.
Not necessarily true. Because these musings have become an entertainment to the future me. They're not necessarily great writing but they provide me with a window to my past. How I went through my early days. An archive of my younger years. But I suppose I became slightly wiser on my choice of topics now (hoping here). And I digress, instead I should start with a topic to opine. Something to toggle that brain of mine with reasonings and arguments.
On the other hand, I feel apprehensive about posting my own thoughts. What if this suddenly becomes a gateway to personal hatred or worse internet trolling? The possibilities are of course there after all, granted, the chance of it being very slim. I suppose I should make the effort first even if it dwindles towards the end at least I should be happy with the thought that I have made an attempt. Like now.
