Actually, I thought I’d be giving up blogging for good because I don’t think I have something good to offer but currently it seems I am seeking it foremost because there are so many things about it that posting on social media may not fulfill. In fact, yes… and a thousand of reasons as to why.
Of course I won’t go so much into the “thousand reasons” for it but on the main points I’ve been considering as to going back to blogging (more so on a free webhost; that would be a different story) is to be more spontaneous in my written accounts of what I feel and do at a particular moment. In the past, I have been decrying losing my writing prowess just because of not being able to use magnanimous terminologies anymore at all so as I could get my message across (I was so used to that in the past, hence my circumlocutory manner of my compositions). Right now, I realised I have been more matter-of-factly, straightforward with less of the grandiose lexicon since–I believe–my brain processes currently detests all of the frills that go along with complications. I am not getting any younger; in truth, 9 more years I’ll be forty. With that, I don’t even think that going in-depth with all the terminologies would ever matter so much, as long as I could get my message across. Damn if the words I use can get redundant that much.
So okay. The reason why I am writing this is because I merely desire to convince myself (and you readers) that writing is not synonymous to metaphysics or that one has to generate an equally sage-like attempt at life’s quandaries in order to type away–scribble, if you will–words. It’s better to let it all out, keep all inhibitions at bay, and meditate on the fact that one’s endeavours at writing can be cathartic in themselves. Actually, as I write this, I am embroiled in a highly frustrating situation that I cannot help but consider venting my thoughts out on social media–which has been a usual praxis of mine except that I have avowed never to do so again. Social media can be very cruel and judgmental, so… it’s best to post all the happy thoughts in there to inspire and not let others’ emotions dig their way into the dumps. In any case, though, I am not saying that all evil must be unleashed through the blogging platform; what I would like to emphasise is that one’s trail of thought can be equally redeeming in the end, whether one would deign post about one’s mishaps or the latest book that had thrilled the senses. There is something about writing a full-length piece about life’s struggles that make melancholia reflective and catharsis, edifying; and all these are priceless.
So, in light of my “blogging comeback” and my current debacles about research and report writing leaving my emotions desecrated enough for not complying on time (hey, I had to deal with a week-long illness that had been equally stressful), I just feel privileged to have a comfort zone of some sort—a place on the world wide web where I am free to recount my own take of the everyday hustle and bustle. In the midst of everything, I know I can always have a refuge of writing my thoughts away such that I may be able to let go of all the frustrations embedded within each passing moment.
Like right now.
And it feels rejuvenating. No doubt about that.