I started blogging last year. I don’t remember why I started my blog, but I remember there was a time when I felt necessities that I should bookmark some random thoughts that I would not want to miss and would come back and dwell on them. Also blogging renders me to reminisce old days by leaving a trace of sweet memories.
I used to journal on my diary, but now I am unconsciously depending on digital technologies such as blogging. This is bitter to me. It doesn’t mean I persistently pursue analog-style, but I think why it bitters to me is because of the fact that I am getting away from what I was used to. This kind of feelings usually turn out to be unnecessary lingering affections. Or, the bitterness actually could be a fear-people are afraid, when they leave their familiarities, and face a new world.
Yet, at least, blogging, is sometime quicker than hand-writing.