If written word is the window to one’s soul, I shudder to think what kind of view you get through mine.
I used to think that blogging is an expression of your emotional being. States of elation, despair and frustrations flow with your words, reaching out to your readers in hope that they will feel and share your feelings.
But as I trawled back the history of this blog, I realised my writings are horrendous at best, stupefying at worst… save for a couple of the more melodramatic posts.
I could justify my failure by saying I am being myself in my own space, but whom am I kidding? I yearn to be understood, and I should write to be understood.
Back to the drawing writing board now.
(Photo by andyp_uk)