Why...

There are many questions that run through my head...

There are many theories, concepts (misconceptions included) and conclusions I've created...

Everyone seems to be doing it, and if their thoughts are worthy of online space, why not my own thoughts?

These are but a few of the reasons why I started this blog. This is not my first, mind you. I've done my contribution to the beauty/makeup industry by posting reviews, how-to's, etc. Why I stopped? Well, change of priorities. I had a baby and cliche as it may sound, being a mother makes you reassess your life. I wanted it to have meaning, I wanted to do something that I could show my kid someday. Yes, I want a legacy. Why the change in topic? I'll get back to that later.

Why?

I've been slightly discouraged by two people who's opinion matters the most to me, when I broached the idea of me writing a blog. Why do you need to? What for?

I am sure that their concerns were just to look out for me. I guess some people don't see blogs as "valid" as an essay at the New Yorker. I've had my own doubts on my abilities as well. I was never a writer, but i dreamed of being one when I was like 11 years old. I've tried (fiction stories) but i figured I was never good at it.

So, back to the important question, why???

I am reminded of one of my goals, which is to want my life to mean something. I wanted to be proactive and be part of the game instead of being a spectator for once.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. - Henry David Thoreauu, Walden

I dared myself to go beyond what is natural and scare myself, open myself to criticism if need be. It's easy to play it safe, but where is the living in that? Just like Remy from the animation, Ratatouille, he may be a rat but who's to say that a rat cannot cook?

This blog, I intended for plainly my thoughts, my conclusions, and my questions about life and the world we live in. It's personal, yet at the same time, impersonal because i don't intend to air out dirty laundry, nor frustrations over my life. I think that would be cowardly of me, and frankly, would not do me any good. Even to those who would read this, would not learn anything from that. It would be like a bad seed implanting to anyone's hearts and minds.

I've been taught to not say anything if you have nothing good to say. That's a difficult thing to practice, but I will try.