blogging used to be a form of coping for me.. to release pent up emotions and to seek solace in the subtleties of words when i couldnt contend with them anymore in the confinements of my prison celled mind.. those were the days when emotions were volatile as the weather

These days things are more stable.. thoughts perused by careful rationalism and thus the question begs.. is blogging really all that it was to me now?

in view of the number of recent updates i have made.. it seems apparently so.. i would even reckon that the people who used to visit my blog no longer do so.. but do they really need to? the people who matter already know whats going on through my mind.. is it really necessary to go a step further to elaborate online?

the answer to me seems that blogging now takes on a more mundane task.. to record my life.. to fulfill what memory cannot.. to remind me of youthful days without responsiblity.. such that as i look back in later years.. i will know what ive done with my life..

nothing much

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