Well, I'm still alive, albeit, things aren't the same as they used to be.
The 20's are an interesting period in one's life: So much change, and rapidly, at that! What once was, isn't, and what should be is not here quite yet, either.
Why have I turned back to blog writing to a non-existent audience? Is it because I have hopes of one day achieving a readership? Or is it because I use it as a personal outlet to vent my immediate thoughts. Likely, it is a mixture of both. A tad of wishful thinking intertwined with a bit of self-reflection. A healthy combination, perhaps.
So what is the purpose of this post? To be honest, I have no idea. Even as I am banging away at my keyboard my mind is blank. It seems as though I am typing -- writing, solely for the sake of typing. The typing is in itself both a means and an end. Is that so bad?
Must everything we do extend to an end that is distinct from its means?
