I Don't Want to End up Simply Having Visited this World
What am I doing here? I don't know I guess. I am currently searching for a spark. I used to blog a lot. All through college and my twenties. It felt like some part of me, writing. Something I considered myself good at, or at least passionate about. One thing can lead to the other. Now, I haven't delved into that part of me in a long while. I haven't tried expressing myself in any long form or for no reason at all, like I did when I was blogging. It was always for the fun of it and most of all for me. Here in the thick of adulthood I've started to miss that young person who documented their life for no other reason than it felt good- it felt creative and special-even if it was for an audience of none. I feel very close to that young version of myself and yet, so far. It's like I graduated from that part of my life and now find myself being sent back to repeat it all over again. Let me explain: funnily enough my life now feels somewhat similar to how to did when I ...