To suppress your feelings is to imprison your spirit.

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November 6, 2008
Thursday
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Life. Unpredictable. Very surprising--enough to surprise even oneself most of the times.

I'm honest with what I feel. Of course, like everyone, I too have my own deepest secrets, but to be able to express some which are less dark helps me ease the emotional burden that I sometimes feel.

If you will observe the millions of blog sites on the Internet right now, they show the generalization that most--if not all--human beings crave to be heard and noticed and to feel belonged. I'm one of those. Simple as that. I'm not a hypocrite, to say that I write personal experiences on the Internet without the desire to be read by others. They are my messages in a bottle, thrown aimlessly at the vast ocean of anonymity.

In self-redemption, I have also a positive purpose in doing this--aside from documenting my life for my own benefit and for posterity's sake--that is, to serve as an example to others that humans are very emotional and predictably unpredictable beings.

Just keep on expressing yourself. Don't hide behind a mask of anonymity. This is cowardice.

To conceal your identity is to be ashamed of your personality.

To suppress your feelings is to imprison your spirit.

Today, the first snowdrops of Winter fell. It rained as well. As always, on me the magic of whiteness cast its spell.