Why I wrote

You know, I was about to give up on my blog or continue expressing in English altogether because I was just so jaded by the things I write and the things I read in blogs. But it turns out that when something big hits me, I always come back here. When I am terrified, frightened, upset and sad, the most natural thing to do was to come here and write something, anything. That if I jot down something here I’d feel better and stronger and braver to change the things I can and accept the things I can’t.

When I have a problem, I come here and just start writing, whatever it is. No matter if what I write seems to be bits and pieces that are incoherent or that my lousy grammar and amateur vocabulary starts to show. The most miraculous thing is, once I am done, my cloudy mind seems to be cleared and I will be focused, motivated, energized and mostly hopeful.

For some time, when my blog was getting popular I sort of lost control of what I wrote. I seem to write only what people wanted to read. And I guess that’s why I was so mundane and vexed. But the only thing I am thinking right now is ‘screw it’ I’ll write what I want and what I like. I want to experience again the reason why I started writing in the first place back in year 2006 when no one reads my blog.

You can always tell if it is a heartfelt post.