Talking About Myself

Blogging regularly is new to me. I have two inactive blogs, since I find it hard to keep talking about myself or divulging how I think about things. So why start a blog... again?

I have come to the realization that I was having trouble expressing myself. For the most part of my adult life, I wasn't very expressive. As a resolution, I have decided to practice blogging regularly. Writing helps me ease out my thoughts and distinguish patterns on how I think AKA expressing myself.

I remember that as I entered the teen years I loved writing poems. They weren't exactly award-winning, and mostly are just for personal consumption or for the fulfillment of academic requirements. I was amazed at how a few words convey so much. And emotions! If emotions die, people who know me could easily imagine graves where my emotions used to be. But I'd like to think my emotions are kept securely under control. I don't have existing copies of the poems that I wrote since most were written on scratch papers and notepads that are probably recycled paper now. While I don't necessarily miss writing poems, I missed how I wrote (or said) anything to express myself. Even my journals of the past few years are a testament to how poorly I expressed myself. (Hence, it will never be read by anyone with a few exceptions--See: When I Die)

So back to expressing myself: This blog is meant primarily to provide a voice on matters that weigh heavy on my heart and mind... firstly for me, so that I remember. I sense that my memory is not able to keep up with my thoughts. Secondly, for wanderers that stumble upon this blog (if any).

EDIT: Well, I found a simple rhyme I composed after during the rainy season of 2010 (the only thing I can relate to my previous hobby of writing poetry):

Mabuti't wala akong payong sa kasalukuyan,
Masaya nga palang maligo sa ulan.