The need to write

There wasn’t any particular reason why I stopped writing, but there wasn’t any to keep me writing either. Like I mentioned before, it felt like I ended up wrting for the sake of getting eyeballs.

But while I was away, I noticed something. If I don’t write it down or take pictures of certain events or thoughts that crossed my mind, after a year or two, it’d be like they never happened to me. With some introspection, I believe it’s of a confluence of several factors in my life.

For starters, my social network has grown considerably and events that happens in my social groups have grown exponentially. I’ve also started getting involved in more things than I can handle, one of which resulted in this big arse trophy:

So at one point, a conclusion was drawn that I tend to be too busy to have the time after an event to sit down and review what happened. Leading to less reinforcement of the memory through recall.

“If a thought appeared in my mind, but I never properly verbalized it using my mind’s voice or my actual voice, did the thought actually occur at all if I later forgets it?”

Now with that in mind, and then remove the fluff incentives that drove most of blogging nowadays: income and fame. Because I derive thouse from real world, there is no longer anything that prevents me from writing for the sake of just writing.

OK I’ve said my fill. Now let’s get to the actual steak. Look at this huge trophy lol.

 

So many years of literal blood and sweat to get to this point. This absolute unit reaches the height of my waist. We’ll continue with this next time. Let’s go!