This marks the tenth year since I started blogging here on ‘Wacky Figments.’ This blog was the product of my repressed and super strong adolescent emotions of love & longing for a certain someone I could never have in the first place!
This creative product of harbouring an earnest unrequited love eventually saw me fall in love a couple of more times…with people, with education, with writing, with family, with ambition, and with life itself. This year, while being a remarkable one for my blog is also life’s way of making me let go of the person I owe my writer persona to. If you go back to my first post here, you’ll see how madly in love I was, and now, when I have to witness this person take vows of eternity with another soul, it sure will prick my heart but I guess this is where life comes full circle. You lose yourself to love & find yourself empowered when out of it. You grow up and learn to love yourself while loving another. Love empowers and shatters you at the same time, preparing you to embrace detachment at any point life chooses to throw a whirlwind of change your way.
As I write this, I realise how mistaken I was about the idea of love I have. The love I have in my head seems to be distant from the reality of the current world. I know I’ll find a way to be okay with this realisation, I just have to be dramatic first & this is me being exactly that…on a platform I know not many people look out for me. Wacky Figments almost feels like my virtual therapist and safe space…it’s public yet it’s private…mostly because I’m able to unload a lot of my emotional garbage here without referring to names. I know exactly who I mean in my vague statements when I write them…that’s the thrill this meaningless writing brings me.
Anyway, as you might have guessed, I’m preparing to let go of Mr. Unattainable because he has been very true to his name all along…he is after all, unattainable. He’s the pretty flower in the garden that I’m allowed to watch endlessly but to never touch or pluck. Some flowers look best in the garden, never on our table, don’t you agree?
On that note, here’s me celebrating ten years of blogging on Google’s dull yet extremely familiar (to me) platform Blogger. Here’s me extending a warm thank you to all friends and loved ones who would follow the links I occasionally share with them & who visit this page, read a few blogs & leave back their lovely comments! Here’s me praying that the universe doesn’t let another child enter this planet to feed on the idea of love that existed in the past…our generation & the ones after us, are destined for a very peripheral & impersonal love…we’re supposed to now design coping mechanisms & therapy centres to heal the countless wounds we give each other every day without even realising of the harm we’ve caused another.
Happy living, folks!
