The Catalytic Push

Hi.

I realized I'm bad at starting these posts off for now, so for now a simple Hi will have to suffice. ^_^

I swear that I've checked my blog about a billion times today just to look at my layout. Sure it might not be a big deal, but I look at it just say, "damn, that looks good." Though really what saddens me is that there's only one post (I can't wait to have that huge archive of posts). So, due to a combination of excitement, posts bouncing around in my head, and my secret hope that many people will read my (I hope intriguing) blog, I give you the second post.

Alright that was seriously a bit silly. But like my roommate mentioned (as I relayed my worry that it'd would be odd for two posts in one day), it's my blog. It truly doesn't matter that this post is from the same day. So don't be surprised to see several posts per day over then next week: about the most frivolous topics ever.

I figured that I'd explain my motivation for this blog, Eclipsed. When I was younger, I always flirted with the notion of keeping a journal or diary. I started with the latter during my elementary years. It's filled with little comments on my non-existent love life. Notes on how this boy looked at me - did I think that the boy I like liked, liked me back? - and a complete over analysis of every action or interaction. Once every so often, I look back into them and I'm continually surprised at how vacuous I could manage to be. Though I get a good laugh and a rehash of memories of things I don't remember, those light musings will definitely stay under (an easily breakable) lock and key.

Nearing the end of middle school and into my early highschool life, I kept more of a notebook. I had found these ridiculous notebooks (two to be exact), with neon plastic folders at each end to save pictures, related mementos and the like. I began keeping notes of my life, and would update it practically daily. Unlike the previous diary, they maintained a more serious tone. Granted, there were entries that devoted themselves to my musings on my romantic life. But I find my previous self took these journals very seriously, and annotated a sort of documentation of my life. I read of my frustrations and excitement and sometimes about what I had eaten for dinner. These journals allowed me to really understand the ways in which I have changed since then. I actually find myself looking forward to perusing their contents at some point soon.

At some point, the journal became harder and harder to keep. It began to feel like the chore I hadn't want it to have been. So I moved to a different form of expression through free writing. Most of my energy was spent on one story in particular about an eagle who yearned to break her solitude through the company of a special someone, yet loved the moments she could be alone. She has troubles which come forth through nightmares, and saves the life of another eagle, whose identity is unknown, and nurses him in secret. The personification of the eagle was the bird as a young girl. The darkness of the piece reflects a bit of darkness that I still see in myself. I never completed the story, but every time I'd look back to finish it, I found myself at a loss at how to do so. What stuck with me wasn't the actual story, but the artwork I drew to accompany it. The landscapes are vividly detailed, and I sometimes wish I still had that sort of passion and dedication towards things these days. The writing took a hiatus until the end of high school, in a creative writing after school club. But that explanation is better left for another day ^_^.

Coming back to the present, I have found myself reading several blogs and writing journals. I learned of friends of my friends that blogged on a regular basis, and it renewed my interest in writing a journal. Given that I have much less time on my hands than before, the actual effort of hand writing entries wasn't time I was willing to spend. Just today my close friend renewed his interest in blogging and started up a new version (Yoshi's Bansuri). I guess this was just the catalyst needed to push all the contemplating about blogging I'd had into fruition.

So here I am, very eager to post my thoughts, and hoping that at some point soon, I'll have a blog on par with some of those I have read.


For you, a motivating serenade by Niraj Chag:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxLtsTlY76c