Decided to re-read my old blog - the really ancient one filled with childish angst and emo posts - because this silly boy kept asking me for access to it. Then I decided to blog hop, but came to a realisation that most of my friends' blogs are either locked or deleted. I came to a conclusion that blogs are like this part of everyone's childhood / adolescence that everyone wishes to hide. It's the case for me as well.
I have yet to find meaning in this blog, and I'm starting to wonder if I can ever find one. The reason for my title is that I realised as I grow older, I become more careful with my words. Maybe because I realise the severity and weight that words can carry - after all, some say that "the pen is mightier than the sword". Perhaps I realise that prudence in choice of words can turn situations well in one's favour. Or possibly, simply because I realise that some things could and should be left unspoken and that there's no need to explain oneself excessively. In any case, I believe that there is a certain wisdom in this. Of course there are many instances that this holds true; like how happy-memories-together.blogspot is filled with crude remarks and seemingly ambiguous messages (I confess, it was an attempt to act cool haha. forgive me I was 12.) To be honest, I hate having to be deliberate with my words, but it's something that creeps on you slowly but eventually.
My mind is perpetually going in circles, it can probably be illustrated with a maze that has multiple entries and exits because many thoughts are running through my head at once and each thought is not quite logical.
Time to get back to my essay: "Write about your career aspiration in less than 300 words". A short but challenging essay for me because I have not quite found the courage to set myself an aspiration / goal.