the thought of abandoning my blog came up once again. reading through the archives, feeling the words i've written, i can't help but realise how true yunting's words were. my blog is nothing but a depressing chronicle of my life. despite the fact that i'm planning, alongside my man, a once-in-a-lifetime (though some may argue that that's arguable) event, my blog rarely chronicles the happy moments in my life.
maybe it's me. my words. yet the depressing effect of it does get to me at times and i lament over it. am i truly incapable of feeling contentment? am i truly incapable of feeling happiness? why, then, am i left with the feeling of inadequacy?
let the sun shine in my life and the overflowing joy be felt.
let my love be the beacon and me, the boat, drawn to it.
let the darkness be gone and the thread of cynicism cut.
let my love be the angel and me, the lost soul, guided.