Getting back to writing is not something on my new year resolutions list. But it has been on my mind for a while. With the completion of my recent study, and the beginning of the long-over-due home renovation project, I finally ran out of excuses for further procrastination.
The last post on this site was in September 2014… four and half years ago… It felt like an ancient time… when iPhone 6 was just released, when Ebola Virus was seeming unbeatable.. and George Clooney was just married to gorgeous Amal Alamuddin.
In the past four and half years, I traveled half the world, moved on from a relationship, shifted career path, and worked my way hard to get another degree. Lots stories I could have shared, zero had I done, as if nothing happened in my life.
Laziness – that’s what happened.
If there’s one thing I’ve learnt over the last fifty odd months, it’s that the first blow is indeed half the battle. Although it guarantees nothing more than a slight chance of winning, it grants hope – at least there’s hope.
They always say life takes away edges, the longer you live, the mellower you are. I used to think it was just resignation to time. The truth is, after a while, through either first-hand or second-hand experiences, you realize all the “cliché” life advice you heard were indeed true, and you are no exception, eventually you would make peace with yourself (or life), that’s when calmness replaces rage, objectivity prevails over whinges.
Here I am, accepting the fact that I am undeniably ordinary – no traces would be left if I don’t make them myself. No development would be made if I don’t make effort myself. Time fleets, regardless. I have two options – making the blow, or take the blow.
Thus, here I am, making the first blow, for a comeback.