For the first time in all of history; you can read other people's diaries -- not just one published person's travel diary or memoirs, but near-uncensored current thoughts at times.
Writing has been one of the few things in this life that helps me escape and liberate myself from what is within somehow.
At times, when some of my readers write in or leave their comments, I felt that bond and that strange satisfaction.
It is strange. People I barely know now seems to have some sense of attachment at times. At times, as I read my readers' blog, I find that I can relate to so many of you who are down at times or in certain situation and I am these things – a project, being redone over and over again like a canvas to work on.
We humans are strange creatures living in the basic nature of the universe in extreme complexity and mystery, and finally death. As a result, we seem to be always trying to find something fulfilling, filling our desire-driven selves with vast inner space.
It seems that all of us want so badly to immortalize ourselves even when we are still alive by taking our images on photography, parchment diplomas, carve our names on tress and writing down our little tales. It is the same impulse.
Yet for words, what value do they have? They often do not remain and will be soon forgotten in the passage of time. But still we write.
Maybe we do not seems to able to stand the idea of our own voices falling silent like some radio running down?
And I am one of them.
And thus, this place is my escape where I pen down my thoughts and my emotional fragments, life and memories.
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Personally, I would like to thank Renaissance Publishing for the project blook. It is the satisfaction, of having my words published somehow. Ambitiously, published in paperbacks will fill dreams enough to last me a life-time; but having my own online readers, sometimes perhaps even by chance -- I live on that.
Labels: Becky At Beracahvalley, Becky Cheung, Blook, Renasissance Publishing
