Rebirth

Finally! People, my blog is up! I mean, it's been here for a while, but I haven't written anything, not since I changed blog accounts. I was waiting for a really nice blogskin to come along, until I realized waiting just won't cut it; I actually had to search (haha). After agonizing hours in front of the computer, I finally found one I that like and that depicts perfectly what I want to say.

Anyway, here I am. My blogging powers are a bit rusty, I might say. But I'm so friggin' tired of writing notes and thoughts on scratch papers, only to lose them the next day.

Aah, I do miss writing. I met up with Grace yesterday. She was bored and I was confused, so we sat on the steps outside the School of Urban and Regional Planning and talked. It felt so familiar, and I remembered the good old days, back when we were still in Kule. The Golden Ages. We wrote like there was no tomorrow, thinking--nay, knowing--that our lofty ideals were only inches away.

Things are different now. We've grown up, or are still growing up. All of us searching, wandering. But in that flurry of life, I think we will always have that little place, a safe place where thoughts are sacred and passion is paramount. Where we take a moment to give birth to dreams, carving them into the universe that is waiting for all of our dreams, so it can help us realize them. That moment when dreams are born, that is when we write.