The first time i started writing in cyberspace was in 2004.
At that stage, I was an angsty teenager who thought that if nobody would listen to me, then I would release myself in what I then thought were cleverly stringed words and ideas that were a tangent to society's norm.
As time progressed, tangential ideas morphed into social reports. Pictures of going to small group events, shoutouts to social circles (my own most of the time) and vanity shots to satisfy the ridiculous notion of being physically socially acceptable.
Occasionally a writing sanctuary for emotional events or developing artsy skills in momentsof boredom devoid of words, the space fills up with bits of smiley nonsense.
Then came the discovery of emoticons and asterisk actions to inject a little humour into lifeless words.
7 years on, a week from now, to the date this blog was revived, my passion for writing remains but the crave for display is now lost. No longer the forlorn teenager, time demands a change. A door stands before me and my baggage is too bulky to pass.
I feel the need to strip away and part of what will be left behind is this space. Maybe it will be recollected some day but more likely would be its demotion into abandonment. Space is not to be wasted. If in time, my fingers indefinitely loses their itch to express, then a kind delete button will find its way to erase my 7 year journey.
Auf Wiedersehen blog, Auf Wiedersehen
At that stage, I was an angsty teenager who thought that if nobody would listen to me, then I would release myself in what I then thought were cleverly stringed words and ideas that were a tangent to society's norm.
As time progressed, tangential ideas morphed into social reports. Pictures of going to small group events, shoutouts to social circles (my own most of the time) and vanity shots to satisfy the ridiculous notion of being physically socially acceptable.
Occasionally a writing sanctuary for emotional events or developing artsy skills in moments
Then came the discovery of emoticons and asterisk actions to inject a little humour into lifeless words.
7 years on, a week from now, to the date this blog was revived, my passion for writing remains but the crave for display is now lost. No longer the forlorn teenager, time demands a change. A door stands before me and my baggage is too bulky to pass.
I feel the need to strip away and part of what will be left behind is this space. Maybe it will be recollected some day but more likely would be its demotion into abandonment. Space is not to be wasted. If in time, my fingers indefinitely loses their itch to express, then a kind delete button will find its way to erase my 7 year journey.
Auf Wiedersehen blog, Auf Wiedersehen
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