predictions

Spring is when everything happens.

I'm getting a feelin' and this feelin' leads me to make two predictions about the coming year:

- I will find what I truly love to do.
- The chance to fall in love will pass me by.

Maybe it's the scent of the air that's getting to me. The faint perfume of a springtime's promise; I hope the first comes true, I accept the second if it does.


A lot of people look to blogging the way I do (that is, with no theme and shamelessly about myself) with cynicism; after all, the practice reeks of solipsism. I used to take this cynicism seriously. But this is what I think: I like to write and I'm very familiar with this medium by now. I have a very small and uncertain audience, so there's little fear of unnecessary self-aggrandizement. Finally, when I feel like I have something to say, I should say it. I should not be afraid to express my voice just because doing so appears indulgent to the cursory glance.