A Sense of Resolution
Some days, I wonder how healthy it is the things I share on the Internet; then I weigh the thoughts I have kept to myself the last calendar year and the ones I have let slip fleetingly from my fingers. Equally, they seem balanced, but pleasantly (or unpleasantly) unfiltered. A little over a year ago, I wrote "Closure"; a blog where I ruminated on my lack of understanding for "why". Albeit not my best writing, it was a good mile-marker for the now - the places I have fortunately traveled in life, physically and metaphysically. Years ago, after my first gut-wrenching break up, as in the first one which left me feeling as if a hole the size of Manhattan had been blown through my chest, I put a wallpaper on my phone which said "you're not a part of their journey and that's OK". Last year, I struggled with this. This was the push for my "why". The drive to have a better grasp on the thought process of someone else. Would I still love to know...