So umm, I haven't posted anything on my blog for 7 1/2 months now.
To be honest what's brought me back to here is the fact that I've recently been nagging a friend of mine to post on his blog more often. You see, he started a blog at the beginning of this year saying that he would post every week until the end of 2011 and as soon as it lapsed for a few weeks I let him know it. If only he knew....
Anyway, I wouldn't say this guy isn't a particularly close friend of mine. However, through reading his blog, which sometimes becomes quite personal, I (feel like I) have gained an insight into some parts of his life that I doubt I would have known about from our sporadic conversations. I feel like a fly on the wall silently observing him - well, the parts he chooses to share online anyway. I feel privileged to know these things - like he has confided in me specially, which is rather ironic considering that a weblog is anything but confidential. I am also a little in awe and humbled by his display of openness, honesty and vulnerability. Bizarrely , I feel like I can't really speak to him about the personal matters that he puts on his blog. It feels like I'm cheating at friendship, or that I'm reading his mind.
My eagerness to correct his 'log' has prompted me to re-examine my 'speck' of cyberspace. Looking back on this, it looks like a failure - a confused, self-indulgent and unfinished diary.
But every grey cloud has a silver lining. I firmly believe that life is a journey and not a destination. There is something to be learned from everything that happens.
I like writing, so I think I will carry on.
