The river flows into the ocean.

Hello everyone! First, I’d like to thank my friends who’ve followed my blog for quite some time. It wasn’t meant to be much other than a place to share some thoughts and practice my writing. But over the years of having this blog, I’ve begun to see how the way I type and the content of my pages differ so much. In some of the posts I read, I couldn’t have imagined what was happening in my mind then. It could’ve been that a driver cut me off, and it triggered something else that was fermenting away in my brain. All the years of writing have shown me my shortcomings and what I need to work on.
Nonetheless, all those versions of me added layers to the person I am today, and from now, perhaps a decade, I will see the pretentiousness and shortcomings of this post. But the most important thing I wanted to say is that very few things stick with your life over the years. Sometimes, we take things for granted because they become as normal as breathing air. But when you lose that thing or person, it is hard to remember a time without them. So I wanted this moment to thank you. You are not invisible and are an essential part of my life. Perhaps when I was younger, I thought I lacked things and needed to find ways to validate myself and my feelings. Even though I had people give me good advice, it still couldn’t save me from the trials and difficulties of growth as a human being. But eventually, I began to find that I rarely saw what I was looking for. As the philosopher Alan Watts once said, “Not all humans really know what they want.” It’s safe to say that if we ask for things without knowing what we want, we leave living our lives up to chance. Or so that’s what I used to think. There is a certain rhythm to life. The rain flows into the rivers, and rivers carry us into the ocean. I always thought I needed to be doing something, but everything was already done. You all have been excellent and here’s to many more years of writing and living life.