per annum

It looks like any update with writing would only take place a year at a time now. I feel a little discouraged with how I am (un)able to motivate myself engaging in the therapeutic sessions that I could spend with myself.

There’s always excuses. I know. And you know it too. The reason why the excuses aren’t exactly valid when I try to justify them (in hindsight) is that I’ve literally been putting off what is needed to be done far more frequently than it should have been, and there’s simply, no excuse for that.

Why is such a habit so therapeutic? It’s been more than a year now that I wished for writing a self-autobiography (wait, I know it’s just supposed to be an autobiography; ‘tis just some other things), but things kept falling through and a couple of weeks ago by means of playing the transformation game that I think it’s time to really actualize what I’ve been conspiring.

I do a lot of writings on a daily basis, as if it is part of my job albeit I don’t always make a living from it. But somehow it’s something that seems to be quite useful. Talk is cheap. I remember. I remember how words don’t really worth a dime unless they carry unshakable notions. Ideas are bullet-proof.

So, where should I start? I’ve been doing some cleanups and small updates on the virtual realm as another new year is dawning. It’s always delightful to look back and still being able to appreciate what you’ve done; some sort of remnants are being kept and saved, whether on your hard disk or cloud ready to be accessed with your fingertips. At least this is my old habit, so look into the past (of myself) and learn from the patterns, and hence develop from that ground.

Today, I’ve cleaned up some tiny bits of links and the galore of works from a past life that has collectively given me rather interesting insights towards this little cosmic of self within this very own body. All of a sudden, it became apparent to me that it was no wonder why not a single medium could become my voice, as my voice encapsulates just all these sorts of things. Why would we restrict ourselves to a singularity when this world is apparently full of diversity? It is no wonder why it didn’t work for me in the attempt to becoming an “artist” (oh well, and yes, just another excuse.)

But honestly, true that I simply cannot comprehend the idea of trading art at the bottom of my heart. There are some links that is just missing, all along. It may catch you by surprise how my life is always meandering…

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