My very first thought of blogging was to provide an alternative for my own mind ramblings rather than doing scribblings on pieces of paper and losing them in mere minutes. But it also turned out to be an outlet for my emotions outburst just about everything and anything happening around or to me. Initially, I thought it was rather weird to have someone read my blog. Paradoxically, I found myself, rather religiously reading blogs that belong to strangers. Either out of curiousity or for that one interesting article which I happened to chanced upon by pure luck.
Which ever way it may edged on, blogging (read: reading or even writing my own) has been a must-do of my day-to-day priority list. Akin to a caffeine addict who needs at least a cuppa or two to perk the day up.
Well, recently I seemed to have become a counsellor to a guy whose blogs (yes, every single one of them) is filled with sadness. Each, lamenting about the loss of his love and how lonely he felt without her. She is not in heaven, they just merely parted for 8 months and he is still holding on to the failed relationship. How he seemed to be engulfed in total darkness, failing to see and appreciate and of course to enjoy the good things he missed out in life. This is a young man who has a future shining brightly for him. I should MYOB, you may think but I can relate to him.
Let just hope that he will "wake"up soon to realise that time awaits for no one (and definitely not for him) and is ticking away quietly.