Are we there yet?

We pray for our innocent souls, and beg forgiveness for our sins, for our lips shall not halt, nor shalt our fingers stay put, for 'tis our destiny to speak our minds and spill our thoughts, however inconsequential or irrelevant. We pray for our innocent souls, to end this torture of eternal self-expression and hope against hope that one day, we see the light of day, and that the television might become interesting again. Amen.

Yeah, well that was my first entry on this blog, around about 3 years ago was it? Still holds true though. Kinda a shocker for me though. Have I not progressed at all? Is my innocence/naiveness/stupidity not surfaced itself enough to teach me a thing or two in life YET?

Well, let's leave me aside for now. I'm kind of sick of the whole thing anyway. It's all a little too overrated if you ask me. What is life? What is one's purpose in life? Well I'm not signing in blood that my opinions thus far is going to hold true tomorrow. Maybe not even in a few hours. Heck not even by the end of this post even. But that's how life is isn't it? I've always been amused by the number of adjectives one can describe life with. There really isn't any word you cannot use to describe life. How does one really describe one's own then? Cut short the noise from other lives that seem to breathe only too close to your own? Filter out the sense from the non-sense, with the very definition of sense changing by the minute? Move higher and higher up the chain of abstraction hoping that one day you can proclaim "YES! I have found the answer to it all?" How far does one go? Well as you can see, I, to be honest haven't found myself any bit closer to an answer than my similar self was 3 years ago. Nor do I think I will find one 3 years hence.
But one thing's for sure. Whether this blog lives on or not? I'm going to be a heck of a lot better off putting things down here that I read 3, maybe 10 years from now that would allow me to look back and say, hey, this thing never does end, does it? Well not until your skin, flesh and thoughts shrivel up (not to mention other un-mentionable things). But as they say, it isn't the destination but the journey (the destination is very much undesirable in this case), and I choose to pen down every bit of it that passes me by. Be it an itch in my thigh or a stitch in my time ... I have the right to say hey this deserves to go into my blog! Time shall pass by. And so shall other things. But none shall go by me without so much as a consideration as to whether thy moment deserveth to be penned down. Looked back on. Re-lived. Shared. BLOGGED!

Oh holy savior of thy souls. Bless us for this gift we have been given. For you gave us mouths and ears. And we gave ourselves computers and the internet. Amen.