Hey guess what?
Yes it has been 3 years already!
I’ve learned so much since my first day here. I remeber that i was so frightened at first, I didn’t even know how to speak to other bloggers.
I’ve made such wonderful friends, thank you so much for sticking with me.
I hope to stay as long as possible, God willing.
Have a wonderful day and enjoy your blogging journey ’cause it is an adventure.
Why do I bother blogging?
Have you ever felt that you’re lost in a world of 7 billion people? Have you ever had the feeling that you’ll die some day and your existence will be forgotten by the humanity? Who cares about your thoughts, your beliefs, your memories? Not many. I believe that each voice is a mind, a soul. Better it to be good or peaceful, but a voice is a person’s feeling and belief; it counts.
We’re in a selfish world were the “I” dominates the “We” or the “They”. We use the terme “We” when we’re defending a cause which goes along with our thoughts. And we use “They” when we refere an action to someone else who doesn’t affect us in any way. So I’ll skip the “We” and I’ll speak on my name from now on.
Sometimes I feel disconnected from the world, and the only thing that binds me to it, is the sharing of ideas with others. I happen to ask myself what I’m doing here, nobody cares about what I think or what I feel. It’s in those moments that I feel the urge to write whatever crosses my mind, it keeps me distracted from my daily routine and loneliness that brings me down sometimes. But I know that it’s normal, we are all a little alike. The world is too wide, it possess 7 billion opinions and ideas. I am just a soul among others who have passed away and didn’t leave any trace of their existence. So that’s why I share some of my thoughts with the world, to feel that I’m a voice as well, and I can make myself heard if I want to. Some would say that I’m losing my time for nothing and I could have done something useful instead. Perhaps. But at least I know that I’m part of a community who loves to write as I do, and that gives me a sense of belonging.
What do you bring with you everywhere you go? (except keys, walets, purses…. the usual)
What book have you read more than once when you were a child?
What’s your theory on déjà vu?