My first blog, now decades old, has long since disappeared. However, you can still find it if you know the original domain name. Looking back at those entries, it was a time when I felt the need to scream out loud. It was about vocalising frustrations, discomforts, and wild ideas. Perhaps a natural way for someone in their twenties seeking their place in life.
The recent reincarnation of my blog feels less like screaming. It has become more of a space for reflection. It - more or less successfully - serves as random insight into my thinking and what keeps me ticking. Probably sign of being older. I no longer have the need to scream; instead, I reflect on lot of things. There's no push force behind the ideas; it's just my little corner of the internet.
Interesting thing is, I didn't have any exception of being read before and I don't have it now.