Midnight musings

It's just past midnight in Lahore, the City of Saints. 

Am lying in bed. Typing these words out on my new iPhone. How technology has evolved in the years since I last wrote in these 'pages' (after all, what is this blog if not my own online journal). 

It's interesting - to me at least how some things don't change. In one of my previous posts I had mentioned the dilemna of sharing my feelings vs the risks inherent in baring one's soul. And then to was the ever-present echo of Ego. 

Of course we want these words to be read; to be shared. We write to touch the souls of others with our own. Or, in my case, to allow for self-indulgent moments of vanity. And Fantasy. 

But I wonder whether the point of these musings ought to be a record of my day (as I have done in the past), or rather a more metaphorical randomb rambling, allowing my Id). 

I suppose at some point I owe any readers of this blog (imaginary though they may be) a more thorough recap of the years between 2006 and now. 

I shall. But for tonight, let's call it a night. My heart has found itself once again confounded. So perhaps time to sleep on that. 

More anon. 

'o'

Return of the Prodigal Son

So... I doubt that there are any readers of this 'blog' (can I even still call it that?) out there in good ol' Cyber Land. But I suppose that really doesn't matter, to be perfectly honest. After all, for those of us who 'write', we all always eventually find ourselves back at the altar of words.

I suppose then, that for me, this process is one of catharsis - letting things out, and away. Letting go, perhaps.

Really, just a return, I guess.

On the off-chance that some strange individual(s) out there did actually follow these musings - and sometimes checks in just in case - here's a quick update:

Not quite sure where I left off (since I frankly couldn't be arsed to check), I assume you did not know that following the ending of my engagement (assuming you know that at least), I moved to London, started working in PR, moved back to Pakistan, started my own PR agency, and here we are.

I did say it would be quick. And I shall try as far as possible to remain as faithful to the 'Truth' (as I subjectively see it, of course) as I can. 

So now, a few important questions:

1. Should I really even bother doing this? The likelihood of anyone actually reading these words is slim to none, as I see it. But then, as stated earlier, the purpose of these writings is not, as such, to 'entertain' others, but to rather provide an outlet for my.... my whatever. 

2. Knowing then, that I am writing this only for myself, should I bother publishing this? Well, that's a tough one (for me, at least). There's enough of the egoist in me to want at least someone, out of the many millions of Internet users out there, to get caught up in my words, and my life. In essence, in me. Then again, I did say that I would persevere to stay as close to the Truth as possible. 

3. Which leads me to wonder, do I really want some stranger to have access to my deepest thoughts (keeping in mind that this is not an anonymous blog - and that I also have a professional reputation to uphold)?

4. And then there's the final question - perhaps the most important of all: Even if I do publish this post, do I have the discipline to follow up? To keep this process going... To keep writing.

Hmmmmm...

The thing is, do any of these things really matter? Not that I can see... 

Ok. So, publish we shall. And let's see where the chips fall.

C'est tout pour ce soir.

'o'