Am I Really Blogging?

And so, I've heard.

Blogging is supposed to be an outlet, to pour out your heart to people you know and strangers, an online diary, to express how you really feel. Is it really for this purpose? Am I really comfortable with it?

I don't really know. While it provides some sort of an outlet for me, I wasn't really out in the open about how I feel. I tend to wrap things up in nice little packaging before presenting it out to the world. Really, who would wanna know or care how I really feel anyway?

A friend said she's not ready to blog as she doesn't want her life to be exposed to the whole world. True, maybe that's why I chose not to really blog my heart out.

People always appreciate nice little packagings and mild disguises compared to the brutal truth, specially when the truth has nothing to do with them whatsoever.

• So what if I'm depressed over so and so?
• So what if I'm depressed over my career?(wait, what career?!)
• So what if I'm depressed over feeling useless towards my family?
• So what if I'm depressed over a stubborn puppy?
• So what if I'm depressed over any bloody thing at all?

I am going to stop obssessing for things I can't have and open my eyes for the real things in front of me and really appreciate them. How dumb of me not to before this.

I have no right to feel depressed when millions and billions of people suffer from tragedies, diseases, poverty, disabilities, slavery, hunger and lotsa lotsa REAL PAIN.

They don't even have the slightest chance to tell anyone, let alone BLOG.

Count your blessings, Val. And keep counting.....