I'm not depressed

It is now more than 3 years since my last post. I had visited these pages from time to time to remind myself how far I have moved on since then. When friends urged me to write again, I always responded that I write only when I’m depressed. As I hadn’t been in that state for quite some time, so these pages has not seen any new material.

But now I feel like writing again, among other things. Not because I’m depressed. But I have been told that I should share more of my experience. That I should speak up more often. I didn’t understand why anyone would want to listen to me. I’m so ordinary with nothing exciting to share, no lesson others can learn from me that they cannot get elsewhere. What I do and how I live my life is just a matter of course. I do what I have to do to survive, to contribute, to find happiness, just like everybody else.

However I learned recently that I should share my stories anyway. Let my listeners be the judge if the stories are of any use to them. Those who do not wish to listen don’t have to. I have known for a long time that the most meaningful kind of gift is one which we find most valuable to ourselves. And what could be more valuable to give away than the only thing that I truly own…my stories.

So there I was, trying to login to this page. Naturally, having been away for too long, I couldn’t remember my password anymore. I attempted with several different ones which I had used in the past, none worked. After some days thinking and trying, I gave up, and I clicked ‘forgot password’. The first question asked was, “Where did you have your honeymoon?” How can it be asking me this question? I couldn’t have answered it then so I can’t possibly answer it now. In fact there is no answer to that. I never had a honeymoon!

But the question did jolt me somewhat. The next day when I tried again, my fingers just flew to the right keys...and here I am.