It's been a month or more. How are you my dear blog?
I bet these days when people start blogging they'd do a very common start, something like "Haven't blog for so long/I know I've been abandoning my blog/Sorry that I didn't post in a long time/etc.". Because blogging, I guess for most people in my environment now, is sort of watering down. Maybe it's because of Twitter, maybe it's because people are getting more busy, maybe it's because of Facebook, or maybe, people just got tired of it.
But dear blog, I want you to know that, there are times, all too many a times, that when I want to blog so badly and the circumstances just don't allow me to do it. Time, mostly.
Sometimes I want to blog right smack when I'm in the middle of a class, sometimes I want to blog when I'm lying in the bed, sometimes I want to blog when I'm driving, most times, I want to blog when I'm not readily accessible to a connected computer. And then afterwards, the inspiration and the mood's just gone. Like that.
I want you to know that you're not forgotten.
Seeing that it's Christmas ---
What do you wish for the most, at this moment, the first thing that comes to your mind?
To become successful? To become rich? To become pretty? To find that special someone? To be proposed? To become famous? To have all the popularity in the world? A bag? A car? A sparkle of hope? A watch? A stuffed toy?
I wish, to be living in a small cottage, tucked away in some unknown countryside, with some plots of lands for growing crops, a quaint, quiet, just me alone, or perhaps with a Golden Retriever (that dog never fails to be a part of my dream does it?), walls of books, my favourite books, cozy armchair, warm fire, meatloaf, brown walls, knowing only my neighbours and my family and perhaps a few friends, and that's it. That's it then I'll be satisfied.
It sounds like someone else's retirement dream. It sounds very unambitious. But yes. I hate complicated life. I demand simplicity. There are lots of times I wish that I do not know a lot of things, like things happened between people, especially. I'd rather not know. It sounds very evasive, naive, childish, unrealistic, like some ostrich. But heck, I'm living for myself, if I do not want to know things I don't need to know, since it doesn't matter to me anyway except to disturb my clarity of mind, then I do not have to know. It sounds irresponsible, irrational, completely stupid. But when it comes to the end, don't you still have to let go?
If you've became successful, rich, pretty, found that special someone, be proposed, became famous, had all the popularity in the world, don't you, in the end, when Grim Reaper makes its way to you, still, have to let go?
We come to this world with nothing, so shall we leave this world with nothing. The more we have, the more painful it is to leave what we have isn't it? The feeling of achieving, gaining those may be overwhelmingly delightful but I believe, losing them would bring pains of equal magnitude.
Merry Christmas, may all joys and happiness find those who need it in this world.
Yvonne..
