And so, I start anew.
I’ve kept a blog for three years straight. It’s just like any other blog. I’ve never written anything in it that could be considered as remarkable by a good amount of people. Nevertheless, it was a blog, and blogging made me fulfilled in its own little way.
Until I decided to kill it. Yes, kill it was the word. I killed my old blog. Deleted all its entries, took out the template, removed all avatars, and even trashed the tagboard. People couldn’t believe what I’d done, demanding an explanation from me, the dedicated blogger who had kept his own blog long after all his referrers had left theirs to rot.
“Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom — the freedom to leave,” I said.
It was the ultimate freedom, which I exercised to the utmost when I did what I had done. My leaving meant that I was no longer tied down to my old blog, to my old blogging service, even my old blogger friends. No responsibilities. I suppose I could wish doing things for the next three years in the same old manner, never changing anything.
But I wanted to change. And that desire destroyed what I had labored long to build.
I likened my murderous act to reformatting. When your hard drive’s full of clutter and is too fragmented to be of use, you reformat it. Reformat, start afresh. Of course, like hard drives, I’ve had my own share of bad sectors, those evil little things that you wish would go away on their own, but won’t. Reformatting will change nothing of that fact.
However, I want to improve myself, even those bad sectors that reek of taint every time I stop for introspection. Nevermind my imperfections, I will surpass them I feel like waking from a long, ominous dream, and I feel like stretching my newly-molted wings
To where, you might ask?
We’ll see soon.
