I couldn’t remember exactly when I started writing. If I remember it right, it could be sometime in 2010.

So, I’ve been writing or blogging on and off for fifteen years now. 

I loved it. Every minute of it. There would be times when the words just flowed freely. There would be times where I had to dig deeper and choose the right words, because sometimes, I have to think of the implications of what I’m writing. But I don’t think that’s something I should really be concerned about?

You see, I’m not a very open person. I choose who I open myself to. There are parts of me that you can only see if I trust you enough to let you see it. If I knew I would be safe around you. 

But this space, this is the closest you can get to know me. 

I bet, I’ve reached more strangers through this little corner of my world than any of the people who think they “knew me.” And I admit that – it’s kind of sad. Heartbreaking even.

But that’s the way it goes. 

Perhaps, when this tiny corner of my world is all that is left of me…

They’ll visit. And they will know the unknown.

It’s always here. 

Waiting…

“Reading furnishes the mind only with materials of knowledge; it is thinking that makes what we read ours,” John Locke

Until next time,