Hola!

Even after I had mustered every iota of energy I could to work my fingers into writing something for this new found blog, a feeling of skepticism came creeping into me. Do I have enough time on me to feed this habit of mine? Would I be doing justice to every single word I pour with an instant stroke of a keyboard? As luck would have it, I ran into this article that was an outright killjoy. Little known the feelings of a poor soul like me whose first blog post Mr. XYZ so apathetically resents. I'll make sure that my dad likes my post too, cruel author.

Change. Something that I've been yearning for quite some time now. Not that I hate myself for being me but no denying the inkling of outdoing myself. Getting better, wiser. Only through writing do I believe I stand a chance of keeping track of personal life-long lessons I have a knack for forgetting. Catharsis, maybe.

Making choices, settling on for an array of temptations and growing up are a part of life. We evolve constantly. Even become ambivalent at times as life progresses. Things that used to strike our fancy say two years ago do not hold the same appeal for us anymore. It's about time I capture every minute happenings of my past. Etch them into my memory so that repression never gets the better of those little demure smiles life so blissfully hurled my way.

Past has seen me take furtive glances of what lies before me through the peephole. Through blogging, I long to get a much broader, refreshingly breathtaking view.


Adios amigos.