I’m getting better now.

Definitely not an easy feat to ride through storms, especially when they come directly for you one after another. I had a conversation with Jasper some days ago when I casually mentioned that this blog had been appearing to have more melancholic entries than euphoric ones.

Just like our daily newspaper, most of the interesting things are either bizarre, or especially depressing; we even have a page on obituaries. Has anyone thought of a paper which details everyday births?

I watched the stats counters on Tributum for the past couple of days and realized there weren’t many comments even though the readership was significantly higher. Perhaps it’s the sensitivity. I can’t help but think that the media have been striving on criticisms and controversies because it’s both a pleasure to read and write.

My previous piece was on faith. Reading it through again today, I think I ought to be shot dead or be charged with blasphemy. I will not question the confidence other Christians have in God, but I’m certain no one can be a modern-day Job, someone who praises God unequivocally and won’t wince a bit when misfortune falls.

That entry was an all time low and in strict mathematical interpretation, my life would have been filled with a lot more local minimums if I had continued to dwell in those moments. Friends who have been hanging around with me didn’t receive relief off my constant whining barrage; I thank them for being there.

I’m glad the winds have changed.

Let’s move on.