I run a quick run to my old posts and oh girl, from hardly a post/month to daily basis?
What happened?
Am I that bored with work chores since I barely burden myself with house chores except for that dragging laundry, I literally drag my cloth basket to my room! Miss A can attest to it. Well not that I have much time in hand in a day too, but I guess this change of behaviour (cewah, word!) is owing to a certain read of a certain post from several years ago from a certain favourite blogger. That wasn’t even my own post but it seems I liked her writing that much ergo, here we go again with my new post.
The thing is, lack of ideas or topics hampers my ability to write as much. I hardly writing about an event in specific details not because my memory is bad, but I hated and still dislike the idea of putting every single thing down ACCORDINGLY, in one particular topic only. Bored! Hmm, that comes to the point that I actually like to ramble, and by extension, rambling is jumping from topics to one another. Make sense?
Another reason for the fact that I’ve found myself again in this scant visited sanctuary, maybe, something triggers my liking towards writing that seems to be layered down by other things that I deem important. So a line from a movie that I watched last night was night was verified. The character quoted from someone about “Past is never dead. It’s never past”- William Faulkner.
I know, I know. For a skeptic, hold your thought for a moment. I think what he meant from this word is, from neuro-scientifically speaking, all that happened to us and all our experiences are actually stored at a spot in our brain.
Because you know what?
Every experience you encounter, example, the sunset I saw at Venice – OMG, that was by rights, the most melancholic sunset I have seen thus far. Okay back to my point, what I observed that summer day in Venice triggered my neurons hence i see that yellow colors. As the colors changed, so did the firing neurons in my brain. All of these neurons fired while undergoing this, are all stored in some part of my brain. Hence, past is always there. The question is, whether we choose remember it or not. If we do, the same neurons keep firing to ensure we don’t ever forget that. Got it?
Too long of a post already…
And I’ll leave you with this beautiful view after a short impromptu hiking to Bukit Batu Putih with the rest of my colleagues , for the sake of making up it there. and yeap, go blasting Feel This Moment. now now.
Daisy Lily 