first thing I've noticed after returning to DDLand - how my own entries have changed...this diary used to be a place to share my thoughts and musings...scrolling through the new incarnation can't help, but noticed, it is more of a sharing of places and events...hmmmm...not sure yet what to think of it...from one hand it is great opportunity to expand the circle of social media sharing...from the other hand...I sort of miss the old ways...it is true...as also the truth is - thoughts are different todays from what they were yesterdays...and having sailed through the rough times and came out on the other side of it...I think, I still have those "I've been thinking" moments happening to me every now and then...so what's stopping me to share those then...luck of time? I've been busier with my life in the before times and still - endless blogs, at times more then one-a-day...I also made this observation: in the past, the more disturbed/hurt/confused I felt, more writings would reflect this state...there is something very therapeutic about sharing one's troubled thoughts with the strangers you never see, as opposed to face-to-face...and yet lately every time I was having a pensive thought, it feels like she'll wrap inwards, onto itself more, as if it is not a good thing to share her out...as if I'd been feeling more like "everyone has their own worries, why load them with mine as well"...as if I've taken a self-inflicted responsibility for sharing only positive side...what happened to the rest of me...isn't it the very idea of the diary to let it out into the open...if I don't want to know reactions or hear opinion or get an advice, I'd just close the comments, right...somehow in the process of dealing with life I have lost that confidence in sharing halves the trouble idea...and to think of it...this is the only thing that kept me sane and on the path in my darkness days of "life before"...
I've been thinking of all the sharing I've done in the past...of those who cared enough to listen...of those who came to mean so much to me, despite of never been a reality of my life...of those who left...by death...or by choice...at times I wonder...do they ever regret...do they miss it...the sharing, so bold and brave, it still astonishes me how we could talk of all these things without any shame, inhibitions and judgements...even typing this now brings tear to my eyes...how I miss these times...and those who honoured me with their company for a brief walk along the same path...that Fellow Traveller tale...it has deep meaning and I experienced it fully...
sentimental entry, this is...and it feels good...that I can feel it...still...here's to the more to come...