Happy new (& a twelfth of a) year!
Where was I all this while, that I’m only just writing the new year’s post that I was desperately waiting the entire year to write? Allow me to save you the trouble of having to go through listening to me ramble about how much school work I’ve still got left after months of frantic last minute completing sessions and binge exam writing amidst binge result receiving. This dry spell of more than a couple of days of not writing for this webpage, that I deem to be my paracosm and that fortunately happens to be a part of my life, has rendered a slight amnesiac effect upon the little writer person controlling my writer instincts who constantly tries to remind me that I’m going to make much lesser progress towards actually becoming a writer if I don’t, you know, write. Apart from that, my little writer person also just reminded me to keep my sentences a little lesser in length than a train carrying the entire population of Hawaii in it.
So, I formally ask you to just go with it: extra long sentences, mindless dronings and all.
The later half of 2015 had been a whirlwind and a half for me; an erratic supply of peaceful and satisfactory sleep, several let downs that were collectively a little similar to a domino effect, and broken shards of hope were all part of it. Now before I list down my trivial or monumental problems, whichever category they fall under, I’m going to cancel that event off the agenda of your valuable presence and instead get to the point. The turn that my life took in these past few months (I’m not trying to be dramatic, this is actually some real talk. Who knew there was more to my life than eating and sleeping in perpetuity? Right? I’m forever dumbstruck and taken by surprise.), my blog was literally the only decision I never regretted.
This webpage designed to tend to my every need of a break from self loathing and underestimation has made a miraculous change in the way I take every step forward. In the process it also taught me a valuable lesson that there’s only going forward.
Writing was the only thing that fueled what could’ve been a torn down transportation of efforts. And besides writing, there was you. I would actually definitely reconsider and put you on the top of that two-thing-list, because you’re what kept me at it. The thought of your readership and faith is something I can never be grateful enough for. So thanks a lot. *extremely emotional high five*
Now before I become a crying mess, I truly hope that you’re having a good time with whatever you’re doing. I advise you to bask in the glory of self-awesomeness if otherwise.
There’s going to be more of fiction, more of life theories, more of poems, more of rib-tickling incidents (my life is really funny at times, the joke’s usually on me though lol) and more inspiration this year and the forever that awaits our arrival. My schedule might be a teensy bit haphazard, but I hope you’re here for them all. =)