“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language
And next year’s words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning.”
I’ve grown accustomed with the static permanence in my life that I sometimes fail to acknowledge the beauty in pursuing uncharted lands and in the uncomfortable shift of progress. This 2018, I’ve experienced a little bit of the bad and a whole lot more of the good. Maybe it has to do with karma balancing the woes of last year, or I have to blame the books I read that drastically changed my outlook, or it could simply be an automatic response to all the pent-up creativity and indignance I have in me. Whichever it is, it certainly propelled me to do and experience a lot of great things this year.
And by great things, I meant thought-provoking and euphoric times that made me really feel thankful to be alive. In this dreary country I live in, I think it’s a pretty great achievement; and when you reach beyond your wee teen years, it’s very empowering to know that you’ve channeled a lot of your voice in different forms. This could probably be one of the reasons why I decided to make this blog.
I have to admit that I’m a very impulsive and inconsistent person so I have no doubt that maintaining this platform would be a 50/50 priority. But I guess I would never run out of things to say when it comes to books and reading. I’m proud to say that I’m a reader and a writer, although the latter had taken me so long to admit to myself. This blog would be a channel for me to share more of my passion and my two cents for every interest of mine; from art, to architecture, to literature, to music, and to life in general. This is, after all, a new beginning for the end of my very best year.
“Make the most of yourself….for that is all there is of you.”