Why I chose to do this after so long?

For quite some time now I have been contemplating about whether or not to keep a blog. The reason for this is a long internal struggle about whether or not to publish and share my thoughts publicly; for a very long time I must admit that I have been quite hesitant about this. However, I have realized that everything that makes a man are his ideas, and that fear has no place among them. One day we will all go, and nothing will be left of us but a few fading memories. Essentially, it all sums down to courage as a cohesive factor enabling us to carry on despite obstacles and hardships which are encountered along the way. Ultimately this brings either success or failure, but essentially constitutes us as ourselves and no one else.

For a person like myself who lives a life of “organized chaos” (in my case, this is a perfectly acceptable oxymoron) I could never force myself to note things down on a regular basis. In fact, I hate noting things down, and honestly – I do not think I ever truly have or intend to do so in the future; there simply seems to be a certain splendor in this disorganized spontaneity of mine, which I cherish dearly and guard even more selfishly. Concerning the writing, I have always had bits and pieces of ideas spark out of the blue whether that involved taking the metro, simply gazing outside out of my window, sitting for hours next to Canal St. Martin, or taking long windy Sunday walks that essentially lead nowhere. Today I have decided to take these bits and pieces and incorporate them into to something a little more meaningful, at least for myself.