It is rare that I go a day without putting pen to paper. Since the timid age of nine I have documented, in one form or another, my life--worries, fears, desires, frustrations, heartbreaks, beliefs, ideas, losses, gains, stories, poems, and...well, you get the picture. But although over the years my many journals, diaries, crumpled napkins, and post-it notes have been edited and transformed, destroyed in fits of anger and frustration, tragically lost in endless heaps of hand-me-downs strewn across my bedroom floor, and negligently discarded in weekly garbage, my love for writing has remained constant. It is one of the very few things in this world
that I am wholeheartedly and irrevocably passionate about.
For years, I have searched for a method to keep my writings in a safe place to preserve my thoughts, stories, and reflections. And time and time again, I have failed (my mother blames it on my inability to be organized; I argue that it is in fact possible for things to "get up and walk away"--a possibility that in my case turned into a tendency).
Ergo, I have started a blog. I want, through this exciting new discovery of permanence and accessibility of the wondrous internet, to allow myself and others to explore, doubt, question, reflect, and discuss anything and everything.
