Today I re-read all my blog entries. In a way, slipped down the memory lane. And smiled, frowned and felt embarrassed at some of the entries; even wondered if I had managed to write some words in them. Then realised I have changed in a year; changed so much that I am unrecognisable. In fact, in one of the entries, I had written "I know without emotions there is no life, but they should be part of life, not the whole life. If they encircle us fully, then we can not perceive anything else, good or bad." And I am encircled, more precisely, engulfed in those emotions that my once-clear eyes have turned hazy. Hope to clear it soon.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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