It is hard to imagine how fast a month can rush by. Once upon a high-not-so-long-ago, I had promised myself that I would blog more regularly and even boldly proclaimed that I would not become one of the 90% of people that blog their gut out for one month before fading into ether. My reason for not blogging and rescinding on my self-vow is irrelevant really. Its not that the time bygone has not been eventful, it has been to a good extent. But it is hard to believe that just the entry of one or two new people into my daily life has had such a profound impact on my free time, my interest in the blue world and beyond, and my brief incursion into the many arts.

The times for me have been exciting, and the times have been curious. People around me have mellowed down, the loud talkers have simmered down, the love birds have broken up, good friends have moved away, colleagues a little wary of the recession, and the need to constantly feel stimulated has somewhat died down. And yet, there are those close to me, that got married, some that are spending more family time, people i know graduated from one degree to another, some that are mending broken bridges, and several good friends that are falling in love. And all that in just the last month. If I were a god, I would absolutely relish watching all those ants chaotically colliding and separating and pat myself for not giving each one a gps.

They say that life is like a spanish soap, you might not understand who is saying what and where the story is going, but you don’t care as long as you enjoy watching the exploits of the philanderers and the connivers. But its been nice, despite the occasional spell of boredom, to fly under the radar for a few days and surrender to the lull of simple life. But yet again, looking forward, I find myself at more crossroads, a little overwhelmed at times, a little excited at times, sometimes anxious, but mostly hopeful; there are choices to be made, but deep down I know I have already chosen, just not acted on them. There is, a certain degree of inertia I have been unable to shake off in the last few days. And the motivation and inspiration to do anything other than what I am absolutely required to has dimmed to a flicker during this period. So here I am, once again, with the mere purpose of being accountable to myself, reminding myself, and consequently renewing my vow to myself to not let the ink fade off this blog. There are still thoughts to be penned, more questions to be asked, worlds to be explored, sights to be captured, charms to be discovered, all outside my microcosm. All I have to do is step outside once again.