Who's that girl

It's funny how every so often I come back to this blogsite. In a sense, it's a metaphor for many things in life that you can't seem to live without for very long. The longing will always be there, and sooner or later, one shall succumb to such temptation. My blogsite account will always be available to me and despite my reluctance to share my thoughts over the internet, I've found myself here again, typing away into this box. Temptation satisfied. Longing fulfilled. For my avid followers (if any), yes I have indeed erased all previous posts with the reasoning to deter myself from reading the episodes/events in the life of yours truly which would sure incite some uncessary nostalgia. I've yet to reach quarter of a centry and its ensuing crisis for me to start reminiscing about the past, albeit at least over blogger.

So now I'm actually here. What's new you ask. I'm happy - by every defintion of the word. I wake up in the morning with a purpose. I seldomly sleep in anymore - life is busy. Busy often comes with negative connotations. I beg to differ. Busy keeps one alive. There will be plenty of sleeping once you're dead. But for the time being, life is to be experienced at full throttle. Go hard or go home, right? There was a person who entered my world around 11 months ago. Rather than change me, she made me better. The significance of leading a busy life, which will only get more turbulent and chaotic, is knowing at the end of the day, there is someone on this planet waiting for you to come home. Your existance means more to them than you will ever fathom. And that's the most beautiful part of it. Consequently, that leads to the betterment of one's life - living not just for yourself but for them too. She has taught me that the minute details will always matter most. She gives me reasons to day dream on the bus.