But Why Suddenly?

I do not know anyone (in my circle of friends) that blogs. I am confused as to why of all the things I can spend my time in, I decided to write. If you tell the 8-year-old me that I find solace and peace in writing, she would be so confused as well. But here we are. 

As someone who leads by objectives, I did ask myself do I have good reasons to even start a blog. I am no good writer nor do I have a goal to influence anyone with words. I have no interesting life nor brilliant ideas. I am not the smartest, far from anything exceptional. The only answer I have is; let's do this for me. 

In a world where people document things with portraits of colours, why not document the maze of my thoughts. Why not grow and look back to see how different I might be with my ideas and worldviews through times. Why not? 

Why not write in my own space because that is the only medium where people cannot say I overdo it?  To be as random as possible, to have absolute freedom of expression. Of cats, books, sadness, love-seeking and finding meanings. Why not? 

So I say, write it down, pour them out, because why not? And so it begins.