I made this blog because I miss writing. One boring day, I was browsing through websites and blogs that I have been following and realized that I miss reading personal stories. Nowadays, all I read are sponsored posts and shallow thoughts. I do not blame the writers. It is hard to put your thoughts out there. Nowadays, people hide behind their online persona and bash to the point that it discourages writers to be honest about their ideas and feelings. But I am not famous nor have I more than 10 followers so it is still safe for me to write. It is still safe for me to be myself.
My mother died. Three saddest words to write. To let go. Three hardest words to do. How can I still write about wonderful days and my wandering days when all I can think about is she is no longer here to encourage me, to laugh with me, to chastise me, and to love me?
But that is how life is, I guess. I have to continue writing. I have to look for the wonder in my days. I have to look for reasons to wander. I have to continue living well because this is what my mother would have wanted.
I’ll be okay. Three hopeful words. Three words I will try to always remember.