A Painful Start (yet not new)
Many people suffer from the pain of losing sight or grasp of their own future, and this may nevertheless escalate into a traumatic memory of experience if it was not appropriately dealt with
in the due time, to which I am of no exception. Now looking back on my own past, I am frequently haunted with the anxiety of not being able to grasp oppurtunities which would perhaps reshape my personalities and present life. Something that's going to make the different, yet was not let happen at that crucial point. Am I the one to be held accountable for? Am I the one to be blamed? Or maybe, it's simply an imagnitive cell to which I hold the key. I am the one that lock myself inside of this seemingly desperate situation of no exit.
Bearing this in mind, there's nothing so joyful about starting once more again a new blogging experience. Cuz it just might not last long as its several counterparts do. They are all in Chinese, delicate and free language in which I can feel at home. Yet English is a language that is both foreign and close to me. It bestows on me a different character everytime I use it, or let me be more specific, it creats a new personality within me the moment I start to submerge inside the soft flow of that language. So it might turn out to be just what I want to experience: writing blog has always been to me an act of ambiguity, since you can't always stay true when showing everything about you to the public, it might be strangely more challenging to do so using a language that is of resembling quality.
So who knows? Let's just hope for the best.
如果可能，我會用繁體中文來表達自己。語言果然不是外在於我們的存在的疏離之物，它塑造著我們，使我們成為不同的自己。在語言里生存的我們，果然是如此幸福么？
in the due time, to which I am of no exception. Now looking back on my own past, I am frequently haunted with the anxiety of not being able to grasp oppurtunities which would perhaps reshape my personalities and present life. Something that's going to make the different, yet was not let happen at that crucial point. Am I the one to be held accountable for? Am I the one to be blamed? Or maybe, it's simply an imagnitive cell to which I hold the key. I am the one that lock myself inside of this seemingly desperate situation of no exit.
Bearing this in mind, there's nothing so joyful about starting once more again a new blogging experience. Cuz it just might not last long as its several counterparts do. They are all in Chinese, delicate and free language in which I can feel at home. Yet English is a language that is both foreign and close to me. It bestows on me a different character everytime I use it, or let me be more specific, it creats a new personality within me the moment I start to submerge inside the soft flow of that language. So it might turn out to be just what I want to experience: writing blog has always been to me an act of ambiguity, since you can't always stay true when showing everything about you to the public, it might be strangely more challenging to do so using a language that is of resembling quality.
So who knows? Let's just hope for the best.
如果可能，我會用繁體中文來表達自己。語言果然不是外在於我們的存在的疏離之物，它塑造著我們，使我們成為不同的自己。在語言里生存的我們，果然是如此幸福么？
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