I Am Here

A couple of weeks ago, I came upon some stuff that my grandfather used to own. I found jottings on paper, typewritten pages and some journals. I recognized them at once as his personal take on the life that he has lived. A definite blog! Some form of look-back-and-take-stock of what his life has been all about.

Reading them I learned and discovered a lot of things - births, deaths, names and lives of people he'd met, his aspirations, dreams. By his writing I sensed his happiness or felt how proud he was of something. Also his sorrow and sadness even when he did not or could not take it upon himself to write those down.

At first I was trying to get a hint of who his intended reader was. Later I figured he wasn’t really writing it for anybody. I guess that maybe he found something therapeutic about putting down his thoughts in writing.

A couple of days after I read all his stuff, I came upon a book titled “Anna’s Book” by Ruth Rendell/Barbara Vine. It’s a psychological mystery tale revolving around the clues or non-clues contained in the diary / memoirs of a woman’s dead grandmother. It was slow but nevertheless a good read. It got you intrigued just enough to keep the pages turning till the end.

Somehow all these got me to consider writing my own. As to why, well I really don’t know. Therapy? To unload? Share? To be a voice in the wilderness? I think my reason as to why, would change each and every day.

We’ll all have our reasons in doing this blogging thing. In this finite world of ours, we will inevitably realize that we’re all just passing through. No exceptions. And that we all have this desire to make our mark or, leave our mark. Something that would say, “I WAS HERE”. Not for all the world to see, on the contrary, maybe nobody would even see it. But there is something enlivening, life affirming and reassuring in knowing that we have done so.


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