777, take flight.

Today I looked at my blog dashboard. Rather unexpectedly, there are already 777 posts, and this makes the 778th post. For quite a while now, I haven't been able to write a satisfactory blog entry. I suppose until I figure out exactly why this blog is in existence, I should not be able to blog purposefully. (Duh.)

For some reason, I used to blog daily - even multiple times a day. For the same strange reasons, blogging was a very special activity because it didn't take long for it to constitute itself as a priority in my life. It also seemed that my blog was something I could turn to in literally all kinds of situation. How did the blog do it?

There have been things I've tried and tried so hard to instill into my life, but even til now still fail. Yet, I didn't even have to try to remember my blog previously. Blogging was so enchanting that it could have been inescapable. In fact, the dependency I developed towards blogging made me open up to people less when I see them and speak to them face to face.

That was then. Now, I struggle to even type a short entry. Perhaps blogging has lost its appeal as a form of personal expression, just as chit-chatting has. But why this is so, I don't really know.