Forget about why I keep forgetting how to use the tools or why this isn’t the same as Yahoo Blog or why my true name is revealed or why I can’t get into the others’ homepages and many more whys… I promise myself.
Why did you start writing in this medium in the first place?
I… I guess… I want to save up my own fleeting thoughts and memories for myself and myself only before they vanish.
Mostly, but that changes a bit recently – writing now is for myself and whoever finds sharing a good means to reconfirm one’s own authenticity and the common humanities - charity, desire, understanding, benevolence, sympathy… and also hatred, disappointment, grief and mortality.
So, I finally made up my mind - I came over here to continue with the journey. All these whys should be out of my mind and let writing be the old way, the only way – to write for myself and whoever…
I had a great year or so at Yahoo Blog, so a special thank-you to this doomed old tiger and also my gratitude to those visited me from time to time.
If people are destined to meet, they will, somewhere and somehow. I see people as soap bubbles flowing under the sun, beautiful and forever moving. When they decide to take a rest, they rest forever. This past year, I met many colorful bubbles, even though briefly, they lit up my corner. At the start of this new writing venture that doesn’t promise how and where it goes, there is a call within me to retell the stories of a few glimpses of the life of two bubbles happened to cross my path momentarily when they were resisting to take the eternal rest in the green wilderness. They left their marks on my path quite beyond my expectation as if we had known for years, so it is my honor to tell their stories. Yet, I would rather them tell their stories.
A bubble that prepared well for its landing…
A bubble that made it last forever…
How did these encounters happen? I think it is the magic of blogging. So stay blogging. Let the bubbles fly under the wings of the breeze to where it takes.