August is almost done and things seem to stay the same. 2020 has been a rough year, and I have no trouble believing things will only get worse. It doesn't need to be this year; I have no hope for the next decade.
Awfully pessimist some of you will say, but I prefer to be pleasantly surprised than keeping my expectations up.
Doom predictions aside, today I just wanted to ramble for a bit. That's another benefit I gained through these posts, it forces me to organize my ideas and structure my opinions so I can commit them to (digital) paper.
Anyway, these days I've relived many memories I have. While I introspect frequently, rare is the case when I actually go down the memory lane. I tend to focus on the present, on the person I am at that instant and who I want to be in the future. I chalk it up to a combination of not so fond childhood - nothing worthy of a drama series, just some bad highlights - and my own memory problems. I kid you not, my head resembles a non-stick pan the most in terms of remembering things.
Thing is, these retrospectives of mine have been a pleasant surprise. Like a haze lifting from my thoughts, letting me see that things were way better than I instinctively remembered. It's also funny, being able to identify how much different I thought back then, my priorities were all over the place and while some fundamentals are still with me, I clearly shed a lot of the old me throughout the years.
Besides this old man ramblings, or thanks to them really, I wanted to recommend anyone who stumbles here to write. And I don't mean writing a blog or even a book, I mean just writing. Writing of your day, writing of your past, writing about real or about fiction. I think writing is something everybody should give a try. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll read whatever you write and think "This is damn good".
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