months passed, and he did not continue to write on his blog as he always thought he would
time passes, routines change, different priorities take weight
i wonder why it is that i stopped writing on my blogs.
what was it that brought me here, on a seemingly endless quest to contemplate life
maybe it was the thinking of life that drove me away
a lot of times i regret deleting my old blog. there were a lot of memories there;
snapshots of another time that i can't really go back to anymore
in a way it feels like i'm moving on with my life,
but to what extent does moving on require leaving a past version of yourself?
i tell myself, 'yeah, time passes, and i am moving on with my life'
but where am i going?
it's kind of funny though, i always enjoyed reading through my past and seeing it through new eyes
now all i've got is the idea of what i once was