And so I write.

I love writing. It is creative to play with words. I don’t aspire to be a professional writer though.

I want to be articulate. I want to write with correct grammar, spelling and punctuation. I intend to master the principles of a great prose.


Because writing allows me to cement my thoughts in time. It tells me how I think and articulate. It lets me go back in time and ponder about my life. I can’t explain how much joy my past words give me whenever I read my archives. I don’t care if they are great or not. All that matters to me is, those are the words I wrote at certain point in my life. So they have a special meaning for me. I can read them for myself later. I can show them to my children once they are old enough to read.

I still hold dear the 333 blog posts I made in the internal blogging platform between the years 2006 and 2010 of my then employer. They are not amazing or out of the world. They are just plain and simple thoughts. But comments on my concluding post revealed that at least a handful of people will miss me and my blogs. That is amazing because writing helps connect people with each other.

And so I write.