The Midterm Review On The Letters

   It was the year of 2012 when I started with this blog to write something in English. I still remember that it was too much burden on me to write something in a foreign language, and the last time I wrote something in English was the college years. The next thing I thougt was who cared so far, even I was writing in English. Which made me do that against all hesitation. Most of all, I felt urged I had to write something for consolidation of my life to explain to myself how I had done. But it has not been one of regular routines untill lately. And I am just around passing through three hundred letters.

   Whenever I have tired of writing, I asked myself why I did this and what would be the purpose of doing it. And I searched for a meaning behind it. But the answers were quite below my expectation. Consequently, I was not satisfied with this kind conclusion and was not happy, either. Plus I didn't intend to improve English competency at all. But strangely enough, every time I have been into writing, something has come up (just like that) instantly without too much efforts. Usually early in the morning, I was filled with a story that could be converted into the words, and it didn't matter what kind of language I chose from. So I am still writing, and enjoying the moment of inspiration that I am doing in spite of the lack of realistic utility.

   Although I don't have any slightest idea how long it would last, I probably stick to it unless personal ideas to write down are completely exhauted. Who knows where I am heading to next.

P.S. I went to over very well with a piece of Franz Kafka's Diaries yesterday, which provided me with great encouragement. I have to mention that as well.