I was rummaging through the pool of my LJpals' entries when I chanced upon mcflurry's heartwarming entry. I was stirred.
It made me realise how I've grown to know (and love) a few special pals from this virtual domain, even in the absence of physical contact.
And in a special way, she stands out, because of the exchanges that we engaged. I remembered the trival heated moment that we shared; I left a monosyllabic comment in her LJ and was ticked off. It was purely a simple misunderstanding, and because it was quickly resolved it made me pay more attention to her entries. And to understand her better. Glimpses of her life did I see, and somewhat the perspective shifts. Like a dimmed light bulb in a room; when the light gets brighter one sees more, and the paradigm shifts yet once more.
This happens to be a major junction in my life. And it will affect what I write. I used to (and still do) hesitate about sharing my thoughts in LJ. Why should one do that? How intimate is intimate? Why are we all sharing tiny little nuggets of our lives? Are we crying out to be heard? Or are we reaching out, seeking that something that our heart desires yet know not what? What?
Ultimately, if I tell you what I am, are you able to accept me for who I really am?
And promise that you will never take advantage of my vulnerability?
Sadly, not many people survive that leap of faith.
But that should never stop the journey.
And thank you all, especially to mcflurry for walking that path with me.