What if your blog was a story of your life, one where your kid could print out, post by post, in years to come. What would he think of your posts, your words and the situations you faced?
I came across this thought just the other night, and I reminded myself to blog about it. Well, not because I'm expecting a kid now or anything, rather, it's really interesting how this blogging thing could actually be the script to my life's musical (I was telling the other half how I felt as if my life felt like a musical at times).
But seriously, what if that was possible? What if you were no longer around to tell stories to your child, telling him about your experiences, about your days in University, the day you got married, the day you left your job to search for greener pastures..
Would you be proud of what he would read? Or would you be ashamed, knowing what could have been, because things didn't happen the way you wanted it to?
Either way, I think the pages of my life are safely lodged in the realms of virtual reality, the username and password as a sacred key to old memories, hopes and dreams, and crappy sappy days.
I guess that if my kid reads my past blog posts he'd realise that I used to smoke (and occasionally crave for a nicotine puff), I could be pretty immature at times, pretty emotional in my dealings, and head over heels in love with his father. He'd also know that I loved to dance, I loved playing music and I love my family and friends who've been there thru the good and bad times.
Above all he would know that to err is human, to forgive divine, and that truly, to love another being, starts with the true love for oneself.
And if I could pass something I learnt throughout my 24 years of humble existence, I think simple truths like these are gems I'd leave for him to build a better world.