Hesitation.

I'll admit it, I've thought about blogging for a while...a long while. Yet for some reason, something always seemed to hold me back. I've tried to pinpoint the hesitation. Maybe it's my love/hate relationship with technology. Maybe it's the intimidation of other much more eloquent, philosophically contemplative bloggers such as my brilliantly talented best friend. Maybe it's simply the world wide web exposure of something as personal as my life. Wherever the hesitation rose from, my need to express my thoughts through written text seems to have finally overcome the uncertainty.
By no means do I have a set purpose to writing. I am simply choosing to do so because I can. Is that not reason enough?
In this twisted, convoluted journey we call life I feel as if expression of oneself is vital to individuality. It's easy to get caught up in the enormity of the world and lose yourself. Life is beautiful. Life is irreplaceable. Life is fleeting. The small details that sometimes matter the most tend to get lost amidst the passage of time. I suppose you could consider this my attmept to document some of these small details of my life. To not forget to remember myself.

"Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it?"
-Picasso