Maybe today...

I don't know why it has taken me so long to write again... I was never scared to share my feelings or be judged by them. Almost 8 months since my last post and i definitely believe time has done it's job. What do i mean? Well, ideally as time passes, people grow, mature, change physically and mentally. I think that's the point of life. Though my body has relatively stayed the same-a few pounds more a few pounds less, my mind seems to be going through puberty just like my body did when i was twelve. I wonder if maybe I didn't write because i didn't find my life interesting enough to be worth sharing and therefore by not writing i was unconsciously avoiding people. And the truth is, if i feel i don't have anything good, like really good to say, then most of the time i wont say anything at all. Maybe those same stories that didn't have any spark were the ones i was hiding from my family members and closest friends. Maybe those were the same stories i was trying to neglect... and pretend they were nothing else but untold stories, stories to be unread. Today was a different today. Today was a good day. Good enough to trigger something within myself that made me wonder and question why I had not written again. So i thank today for the events that happened, both good and bad. I thank the people that made me dance and smile. I thank life for being a learning experience and making everyday a priceless blessing lived only once on this earth.