MysLykeMeeh

​ did you miss me? it’s been a while. how are you? i did miss you. i thought about coming back sooner—typed and deleted more times than i can count. i’d start a sentence and then just stare at it until it felt too honest or not honest enough, and i’d close the tab and tell myself, later. later kept moving. then it turned into weeks. months. and somehow, years. but here i am. but what am i doing here? i’m not sure i’m the same person. i’m not sure i’m different either. maybe that’s the clearest i’ve sounded in years. but is this another forgotten post? or is this a comeback post? hmm…not really. maybe that’s the point. i know i wasn’t a faithful blogger. i got carried away—by change, by life, by time. by people i met and fell into. and by someone who made me believe there really was a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. but i had to pause communication, not because i wanted to, but because some seasons ask you to set certain things down for a while. this was one of ...

To write or not to write, this is my endless question everyday as I travel with my life along with my thoughts. Blogging is a better way to unleash what's inside my mind. I don't know if I can call myself a writer. I read books and my mind is spinning what I need to write, but my hands and body wouldn't go along with my mind.  I really wanted to make my tardiness bleeds. I don't want to be lazy anymore. It makes me struggle to the point of blaming myself. Thus, insecurities takes place.  Procrastination is one thing. That is the hardest to avoid. I keep on telling myself that I would write later and it turned out to write none at all. There were many yesterdays wasted. The now attitude is a positive antidote to fight against my laziness . I have to make it as a goal. I confessed many times to the sky or to anything that writing is my passion but, once I am overloaded with reasons and excuses, I stop exploring what is beyond.    On the other hand, I would n...