renovatio

How ironic it is. For a person who writes daily, it's been over a year since i've contemplated this e-style of documenting; better known as blogging.

Often i ask myself. Why do people document? Why do people post pictures of themselves? Why do people reveal more about themselves to people out there when the reader is a total stranger?

Do we do this for ourselves or for others? I take it as a form of practice. An exercise to begin the learning journey ahead of expressing myself, for that is one thing i've been bad at. Perhaps a more accurate way of phrasing is that it's something i never thought would be important. Until now.

Since the birth of blogging i've always seen it as a novelty, a person's fun time with the computer lamenting about the daily chores of life or routines. However, i stand firm believing that whatever is captured represents moments. Moments which should be cherished and not be left aside.

These moments of joy, sadness, hate & anger, forgiveness & peace, growth and experience, they mean nothing if we don't look back to see what they actually meant to us. Of course one could argue that if it happened it already happened. Were we so slow not to know what happened?
I'd rather look from the perspective that the cup is half empty.

Yes, most certainly incidences happened, events took place. Rightfully so, they have etched themselves into our Brains - where we remember, Hearts - where we feel, Spirit - where we embrace the memory and emotive side of these incidences and events.

Stopping there, to me, I take it as just an encounter.
In looking back, I feel, I'm giving myself the opportunity to know more about myself, the incidences and events and most importantly, the people who were involved or who allowed these incidences and events to come into my life.

Hence, glimpses and reflections.
For starters, I thought it best to begin with this story, this image of Footprints which has been popping up in me quite often, every now and then, especially when i'm in my own quiet bubble.