Not again.

I came here to delete this blog.Something,I have wanted to do that for a long time.There is no point ,i had reasoned.But there never was any point to this kind of thing,and although frankly its nothing more than bad writing.It somehow has captured a part of my adolescence in a way only it could,with all its delusions and pretensions.Something any memory can hardly boast of, the least of all mine and that was precisely why i wrote this blog. The blog incidentally  also,helped me find an answer to something I have often thought  about,Did the 'good old days' that most people frequently talk of ever exist ?,Or were we as far from perfect kids then, as we are from perfect men now.The sepiatic vision we often turn to ,of a place where all was fair and good,is something I think we created in our minds  to help us through life. If we could somehow go back we might find that our struggles then seemed just as great as ours do today,and that even then we looked back to 'those good old days'  just as we do now.In the light of the past  to most everything seems illuminated yet there are others who look at that light and think if its been put there to hide the very darkness that scares us even today.


 Yet i have to admit there are times when a brilliantly colored snapshot from a place almost forgotten suddenly  cheers up a gloomy day. Much more importantly though,i am convinced that some time in the future I will come back here and laugh at what i write today, just as today I laugh at what I wrote earlier and I would  probably want to delete it all,and then something would remind me, this is precisely why i wrote this blog.

'In hindsight every thing is stupid'*.


My next post will only come when I sure ,I can  write something I will willing submit myself to read and that might take quite some time.