Once upon a time
Once upon a time, I blogged everyday. That was when I had nothing to hide. And young. And was satisfied at writing about nothing.
Now, my words are too precious, too weighted. I have grown up, in one year, so fast, my words can’t keep up with me. Now everything I write has meaning, even as I keep censuring myself.
After all, those who don’t have to work hard for what they want, will never treasure it, and will eventually come to lose it.