Little Timelapses

I used to write a lot, and then I stopped. I mostly wrote about my experiences, my life, how I felt. It was my way of documenting the moment and it felt good. Very recently, I saw a few notes I had written years back, and it felt like peeking into past moments I could relive in words. They rekindled beautiful, nostalgic moments of reflection. Writing used to be a pure form of catharsis for me.

Now I want to write again, mainly because I want to start documenting my life again in bits in this one, ironically beautiful life. I want to document the big, the small, the mundane, the quiet joys, and the burning passions.

There’s a lot I can put into words and this will be my little corner on the internet for self-expression, a place I can pause and reflect sometimes. And maybe when I’m old, it’ll be like a memoir of my life. Cumulative bits that feel like a timelapse of experiences lived.

I want to write for myself, and also for self-posterity.