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| "Sometimes, I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living." -Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, A novel by Jonathan Safran Foer |
I
have given up blogging several years ago, when I was suddenly
ushered, no – shoved would be a more suitable word for it, into the
world of the employed. You may argue that it was not a necessary
trade-off, but it was. I had to toughen up if I was to survive a life
away from my family, and while I am the tough girl on most days, when
the cursor starts doing laps across my laptop screen and the clumps
of letters transform into words, then into paragraphs, the chains
that are tasked to bind loosen and my heart dangles on my sleeve for
the world to see.
Before I became fascinated with fashion
and developed the wanderlust to explore the world; before I was
smitten by the flavors of cultures and the intricacies of politics;
before I realized that boys can be interesting and lost all sense of
reason when they're concerned, I was already in love with words and
the magic that only words can bring.
There are so many things tangled inside
that need to be sorted out; random gems of memories that I want to
capture in words for posterity; lessons and reflections that should
be immortalized in case I forget them someday; and soul-nourishing
experiences that I want to share to the people who are treading the
same path of self-examination.
There's a part of me that I've been
wanting to find. I even crossed oceans to look for it.
I haven't found what I've been looking
for yet, but there's this lingering feeling in my gut that tells me
I'm about to.
This is all of me, just a click away.
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