I think I have a pretty good memory. Especially when it comes to remembering experiences. I can recall memories from childhood with vivid details. Details, yes. I tend to pay a lot of attention to details. But a small fear is that over time, with more and more experiences being had, I might begin to forget some. Or worse still, I would stop caring to remember. I've stopped writing in my journal, a habit I have had since I was six, for a long time now. I've just become lazy. Writing a blog seems futile to me. Well, it wouldn't be if one had a big audience to be writing for. But to write and leave these words floating in cyber space (if they float at all) doesn't make much sense to me. I'd much rather mail a friend and splurge all the details. But I want to remember. If not for anybody else, for myself. And well, re-collecting them memories by sieving through mails sent to people seems painfully tiresome. So with the mission to "pen" down my experiences so that I can one day, perhaps, recount them all to posterity (or to myself when I wish to relive my past), I'll give this a try.
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