The dawn of springtime ushers in a period of renewal and rebirth. Of a new creation. I have opted to add to this renaissance my own thoughts in the form of the written word. The impulsive creation of this blog may beg the question "What are you on about this time, Nne?" or "Why do you bitch and moan so much?" from those of you who know me, and both are valid. Those of you who don’t may be more patient, and for that, I’m truly appreciative. Writing has always been a quiet activity of mine, but this time, I'd like to share this creative endeavor.
Fortunately, I don’t have a sanctimonious sob story to recount (for now) that gives me the right to complain more than anyone else. I’m not the first ever to suffer in this life, and sadly, I won’t be the last. At twenty-six, I have found myself lost in the so-called pillars that make up the “best” life: higher education, money, corporate America, and the pursuit of love. While having the outward appearance of success, within I knew I was hiding in and gradually becoming disillusioned with these institutions. I did all the things I was “supposed” to do, but never found out what I was meant to do. I am apathetic about most things, and dissatisfied with others. In turn, I tired those that love me and lended an ear.
With that being said, I’m making it my goal to be a little less insufferable every day by fully living and appreciating each moment. My own little way of making the world a little less troublesome. I do this by studying the world and the people in it ⸺myself included⸺ and trying to understand why we do the things we do. So far, I haven’t answered any of my questions, but I appreciate you sharing your time with me as I sift through the nonsense to get the sense of things. My posts will be an exercise in self-exploration and widening my perspectives, and as long as I gain more insight on the world and my place in it, that’s a win in my book.
This is Castaway Girl.