A Fresh Start

“This is a secret.... Can you keep it?”

These words mark the end of a blog post made by a very close friend of mine. Her approach to writing was an unscrupulous narrative.

It was honesty at its finest. 

It made me aware, once again, of the brevity of blogging; placing your own words, your own thoughts, your own experiences where it is vulnerable under the scrutinizing eyes of other people. Sure, your identity remains a secret if you wish it so but your innermost soul is laid out for everyone to see. It is easier to judge people you do not know than the ones that you do know. That’s one of the “hazards” of being a blogger. With only the words we choose to share, people can judge our opinions harshly. Some of you may be shaking your heads in disagreement, some may agree, some may just not give a damn. Some might not even know what the eff I’m talking about. Hell, some of you might have even closed down my site saying this is full of shit.

And that, my friends, is exactly what I mean. 

Maybe from the beginning of this post, you’ve already decided that I’m a crappy writer who doesn’t have a life. If I’m lucky enough, maybe you’d think of me as a superhuman martyr who’s trying to make the world a better place all by me onesies. 

But whatever you decide, it doesn’t necessarily make it true.

There is always more than meets the eye.

I have strayed away from the point of this blog post, it seems.

So let me jump right back to it.

For a while, my writing had been purely fiction with only touches of real life scenarios. I turned to fiction in darker moments of my reality as I found solace in these made-up realms. But here I am, once again, writing down my thoughts, though it may be a little rough around the edges. This endeavour to recreate my experiences and thoughts with words had been fuelled by the honesty of that blog post.

For giving me a boost, to be brave enough to write about myself again…

Thank you. (You know full well who you are.J)