It's been awhile

I'm still alive.

It's funny how every once in awhile I visit my own blog and get surprised. In my head, I have a fuzzy, residual image of what it looked like in the past. Oddly, if one were to ask me to describe, I wouldn't be able to put it into words.

But yes, everything is how I left it. The simple layout and the nice blue tones.

Blue. Preferably dark blue. That's my favourite colour. On one hand it evokes a calm and peaceful feeling, drifting in an endless deep blue ocean in full ignorance and nonchalance. Nothing but the cool, soothing water engulfing my being as I rock gently with the waves like a buoy.

Other times, it reminds me of internal despair and dissatisfaction with certain things in life. Things that I wish were different. Things that could possibly make me happier.

All being said, life and the world moves on, whether you like or not. No point in dwelling or mulling. I do suspect that I enjoy my misery sometimes. It's like an itch of a scabbed wound.

Revisiting my own blog reminds me of my list of things to do before 29. I will complete it. How? I don't know. But I will. And I vow to enjoy those moments.

After all, ain't life a series of moments?

For some reason, I felt like typing something out today. Perhaps the large gap between posts just shows that maybe there's really nothing left to say.