Tell me, have you ever run away from something you absolutely love? Suddenly but not deliberately though. It’s like whole life you have craved for something and the moment you get the taste of it you somehow lose the value of it only to realize it later how ignorant you’ve been the whole time. Life is not a bed of roses. There. I said it. I accept the old saying. But what I am not going to accept is that the moment life becomes a bit tough, you forget what you initially gave in to reach this stage.
What does blogging mean to you? Does it help you cope up with your life in any way? It does for me and I may not have a perfect life but I treat my blog to be the perfect flavor that I have in my life. As I write this, I am confused as to what made me stop writing in the first place. Was it the hectic schedule that I was having or was it just an excuse for me? I sure could take out time to breath. I know that’s the necessity but isn’t writing supposed to be a necessity for those who claim to be bloggers?