Hope Floats

This is not the first time I have started a blog. I started blogging around three years back. My first blog had the same name—A Perfect Mess. It started off as a nice fun thing, but slowly kept getting more and more bitter. What we write is only a reflection of what we feel. As the world I knew came crashing down around me, I started feeling more alienated from society. There was a general mistrust in the nature of human beings, and I decide to take a break from society. I didn’t want to be in touch with the world in any form. And so I deleted my blog as well.

Recharged, here I am, after six months, and I am thinking of giving it another go. We do a lot of things at the heat of the moment. Sometimes we do not realize it, since the moment lasts so long—we think it was a well thought-out decision. In hindsight, I do feel bad that I don’t have a copy of anything I wrote. After all, they were my creations. Good or bad, you do tend to develop a kind of motherly sentiment towards them. I will try to recreate some of them, as and when I feel like. I know they wouldn’t exactly be the same, but I would still want to have some remnants of them, whichever form they might be in. After a while, all memories become good memories.

So, here comes my comeback. Hopefully, it will be a good journey and I wouldn’t need to delete it ever again. As a saying goes, “Hope, deceitful as it is, serves at least to lead us to the end of our lives by an agreeable route.” Here’s to hope and to agreeable routes…