I was rummaging through my parent's storage room, trying to find some old (very old stationary sets... like from middle school haha!), when I came across this book of poems from 1993. I wrote the poems back then, and my mom's friend illustrated them and put them together in a book. It was my Christmas present from Mommy that year ^_^
Looking back, I remember how imaginative I used to be. I had the craziest and most overactive imagination! I used to make up all kinds of stories and scenarios in my head, and make my best friend Jennifer act them out with me and our stuffed animals, LOL. So silly huh? Silly, but fun! There were no limits to what I could imagine, and I would get lost in all kinds of thoughts and fantasies.
I read over the poems, and they make absolutely no sense. I laughed at my childish writing, and wondered what kindof thoughts must've been running through my mind at the time. However, these poems represent an old me, a me that had no boundaries and wasn't yet jaded by life's realities. Fast forward some years down the road, and all those creative thoughts got squashed. I used to write so much... poems, short stories... but if you asked me to write a poem right now I would find it very difficult. I'm so much more logical now, unimaginative, and uninspired. And I think that's why I enjoy writing on a blog so much. It doesn't require me to draw anything, or make any rhymes... but I can be just a little bit creative and jot down my thoughts. It can be so liberating to just write down whatever comes to mind ....
Lately, I've also been plagued by thoughts of my being such a consumer whore... and then I read Angie's post. Angie is so good at articulating things that I'm thinking, but cannot say. She is one smart cookie :p The sad truth is that I am a vain, materialistic blogger. Haha, well, acceptance is the first step yah? Rather than beat myself up, I think I'd rather be proactive in changing that about myself.
Tomorrow is a new day. embrace it.