Over the past five years, numerous changes have
unfolded since my last blog post. At times, one desires a witty and charming
anecdotal introduction — a punchy and thought-provoking opening that signals
substance. Allow me to navigate through this endeavor, perhaps with a touch of
sentimental flair or a gripping hook that leaves you hanging on the edge, reluctant
for the narrative to reach its conclusion.
Who is a better lover? The ingredients of a strong
connection vary. It includes intimacy, friendship, humor, commitment, and other
components that strengthen a good relationship. When you are committed, it does
not matter the circumstances that you are in, you will always find a reason to
storm the weather. A silent motivator is what your fixation is.
When I ceased writing, I thought that I would never mend
fences with my first love. Look at me now, am back. This time around more
mature and experienced in life. What I learned is to always prepare to die for
what you are passionate about. It may not mean much however tiny the
contribution is to society. But to you, there is joy that thrills when you
think about what you have gone through.
We all have our shortcomings as individuals. As you
age, you become a master of sorts. You may never espouse intelligence but you will
at all times increase your sage. In law, they say anyone who has front-run you in
being an advocate is your learned senior notwithstanding that person’s age. In
the same way, you go to elders for advice. They have experience and as much as
they may not have documented the lessons they learned along the way, they still
retain the experiences and what they have witnessed at the back of their minds.
This is the first time that I have decided to write on
a computer after a long while. The sojourn taken was renascent. It feels like
yesterday. I told myself, “I am not limited. I will wake up and conjure what I
will write about once I start writing.” True to word, what happened is, I tried
to stick to rote and deviated a little bit.
When the alarm rang, I wanted to wake up but lolled a
bit before I felt like I needed to pee. Once I was out of bed, it was a sign to
embark on devotion. When you type, there is a feeling of pleasure, though handwritten
words soothe and pacify. “This is what am made of” is what comes out when you take
a pen and go in black and white mode.
This is a déjà vu moment. The potential for this
reconnection is immense. What I can build is much greater if I stick to the course.
I was longing for this day. There are happy memories that create a spark when I
remember the good old days when I used to immerse myself in penmanship. It feels
like a retreat to rekindle, recharge, and rejuvenate the lost love. I needed
room to think if this was what I wanted. Turns out, I need it. Through writing,
you discover flaws in thinking and strengthen those muscles.
To create a delightful moment, you need yourself to
realize that it takes you to be happy. There are times when you need to be at
peace, times when you want to shout and want the world to tear you apart. Then
there are moments of excitement and jubilation. “It’s little things that
matter.” When you take time to pursue an endeavor, the result is growth and
development.
Times you have to rekindle the memories of the past.
What is without doubt is that the past we can rectify but for tomorrow, we have
no idea what it holds. I say so because I hope that there will be drastic
changes in my life this year. Let’s say, among the changes I have since made is
to write an article weekly this year.
That is tantamount to resuscitating a chequered and
fading career. It may not have wilted, but it just needed to be revitalized. When
it picks up from where you left off, you revel in the baby steps you are taking
once more in life. Hobbies need to be taken seriously.
I thought about retirement and it is real. It has been 10 years and counting since I started this blog and I have grown in various facets that I may end up referring to in the coming days. Then I was young and fledgling. Now am sagacious and experienced. Every day has its challenges and obstacles. Going forward I need to set boundaries and remain cautious to ensure I have a healthy writing relationship.
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