Nothing. Or at least, seemingly.
Within a span of ten years, the mind can crush everything into nothing. Thoughts and memories can become unequal particles, some more resilient than the rest, as a year turns into a month turns into a week turns into a single day. The stronger particles are the pillars- the reminders amounting to some semblance of meaning within one's life- like what we did mattered. We can point to it and say, "Hey! That sure was a pivotal moment that I will remember years to come."
Is there a point to it all? I wouldn't know. I may dread the mind's tendency to crush a year into nothing but fine stardust, but in the end, all that matters is the future I can build. And that is the pillar of accepting the inevitable tide of time.
Ten years I've had to wander, and I return yet again to this little old blog that has stuck with me since my childhood. There's truly a terrifying power about nostalgia. By no means was this a popular blog, but it meant a lot to me. And so, if for no other reason than to continue cultivating that meaning, whatever it may be, I return and bid you all a warm welcome once again.
What will I post? Will it be a more "authentic" version of myself than I've, arguably, posted on other social media sites I've acquired? Is it even "myself" in the first place? Who knows. All I know is that writing continues to be a pursuit I don't put down. All I know is that the journey from then until now entices me. I'm sure it will entice me in the decades to come, should I see them. Maybe I just want to look back and see that journey all neatly archived- packaged and tied in a nice little bow in a niche that doesn't take up physical space.
All that said, I'm back again. May all the best come to you, fellow wanderers.
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