I havent blogged in a while now. I don’t know why. Everytime I sat down to write something, it just never materialised into anything that id think was worth sharing on this blog. I contemplated if I should indeed delete the blog, maybe. But again, the thought passed away. I wonder why I wasn’t writing.
Maybe, I had too many things on my mind. Maybe I was fed up of the games my mind was playing with me. Maybe I was just plain bored. Lots of may be’s and no answers whatsoever.
But today I write, to make a beginning again. To start to blog cause I enjoy it. To say whats on my mind and to do what my mind says.
I wonder again, have I lost my creative ability to write after all?
Wonder. Thoughts. Baseless arguments in a mind of their own.
Hence I write. To let the words flow once again, to let me be me again.
Would like to end with a few lines of this poem I once read…
“The More Loving One”
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return?
If equal affection cannot be,
Let the more loving one be me.
Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.
Were all stars to disappear or die,
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total dark sublime,
Though this might take me a little time.
W. H. Auden
