I Had A Diary Once...

When I was a teenager, I kept a diary to record the events that happened in my own little world. I wrote about just  anything - friends, crushes, teachers and even people I don’t get along with. I wrote about exactly what happened in a certain day and what I think or feel about it. I religiously wrote my entries everyday for a whole year. Eventually I started writing only whenever something major happened. Then it stopped altogether.

I came across that old diary ten years later. I browsed through it and remembered an old world of hopes and dreams, of uncertainties, anger, confusion and disappointments - basically every emotion one has to go through growing up, through self- discovery of an impressionable teen. It feels like reading about someone else’s life.

For some reason, I decided to burn that diary. But remembering its contents, I feel like a completely different person now. I now have different dreams and a different perspective in life. I was not the scared teenager anymore. I can say that my heart is a lot braver now. What with weathering those storms that came my way. But, there is one thing that remained since I first learned my ABCs. And that is my love for reading.

Now this time, I want to try writing and see if I could impart some of the things I've learned when reading. The entries of this blog contains my thoughts about certain topics, a documentation of my experiences, and a compilation of stuff that somehow made an impression in me.

My ultimate dream however is to live in different countries one year each, experience their culture and blog about it.