Godspeed.

Clear and honest introspection is one of the most difficult things. How do you really know what you are thinking? And what is the true nature of beginnings? Is a beginning also the end of something else? Today is an evening of questions. When the sun slides out of sight, below the horizon, or amongst wonderful dust-colored clouds, is it the end of something or the beginning of something else? As I said, today is an evening of questions. I feel like asking questions. I also feel like moving towards stemming-from-the-heart idealism, as foolish as idealism in its skin might be. I feel like looking for reason in things. I feel like looking for purpose in actions, events, things. And then expectedly come to the question- what is the purpose of me? And I return to the ideas of a year and a half back, I return to a search for purpose having culminated back then in a radical idea, in a deadline, in 30.

Today, I also realised that as much as I, sometimes violently, refuse to believe in some of his ideas, and nobody knows about this refusal part, I realised that Mr. Nietzsche is, in fact, right about most things, perhaps all of the things he has said in introspetion and observation.

Anyways, I wanted to write something, what shall I say, ceremonious maybe. It seems I haven't succeeded, but anyways. This blog has seen good and bad, brilliant and not-so-brilliant, honest and not-so-much-honest. Some of the writings on this blog have been close to my heart, some have been written with a lot of love. It has probably been a medium of expression, sometimes even a vent. Also perhaps, it has been the manifestation of a need. Who is to say for certain what it has been. Tomorrow, however, it shall go. Godspeed.