A Rekindling: Allow Me to Preface this Blog

When it comes to rekindling an old relationship from the past, the very first step is often the most difficult. This step is no doubt successfully reaching out to that old colleague, and getting a word into an ear that, in some cases, might not always be willing to hear you. If your words are not heard, then the embers of that relationship will remain cold, and enter a postmortem state. Depressing as it sounds, all relationships have a time limit to them: an hourglass with some arbitrary amount of sand that gradually ticks away. Sometimes this can’t be helped. Rekindling an old passion/hobby though? I’d like to think that is a different story.

The passions and hobbies of youth are never too far out of reach in my eyes. Of course, you grow older, you become preoccupied with work, education, social circles, and prioritize accordingly; even so, I think many people yearn to be reunited (and can be reunited) with these passions. In the end, what is stopping us from putting pen to drawing paper, plucking the strings of an instrument, or self-publishing a fiction novel? It’s certainly not an interpersonal obstacle like the one mentioned above. My pen does not bounce back from my paper, my strings do not mute themselves, and this chiclet Lenovo ThinkPad keyboard gives me a tactile sensation with every letter I press so I can be assured you read every word.

My new year’s resolution for this year is to get back into writing. Some of my fondest memories of junior high are actually staying up late on my mom’s dinosaur of a machine, booting up Windows 2001 and the accompanying Word 2001, taking every painstaking measure to make my magnum opus with obnoxious 7th grader know-it-all vocabulary, reaching double the minimum word count requirement way past my bedtime. If you were able to see the CRT monitor glow reflecting from my eyes back then, you might have caught a small portion of the blazing zeal I had for writing as well. I wasn’t writing a post-modern physics thesis or the next Paradise Lost, but you would have had a hell of time convincing my dumb ass that is was for the sake of a trivial English essay. It’s an inexplicable passion.

So, it turns out the only thing preventing me from rekindling this zeal for writing may be the $37 dollar domain name and 5$ annual cloud service provider expenses for a simple WordPress blog. I do not intend to write about anything in specific, but I do intend to get back in touch with my love for writing–maybe even grab it by some unwieldy method and use it as a bludgeoning device against boredom, or a quarter life crisis, or both. Should be fun I think.

There is no passion to be found playing small—in settling for a life that is less than the one you are capable of living.

Nelson Mandela