Is love a journey or a destination?

For the past many days this question has been constantly in my head. Is this even a question worth pondering about? Somehow I get this feeling that society or most people seem to think that love is a destination; you find someone suitable, you date, you tie the knot and thats the end goal.

But isn't love more like a journey? The happy moments, the disappointments, the euphoria and the cuts and bruises along the way.

Save every memory, good or bad. Savor the experiences in your life. At the end of the day that is really all you have.

First day at the job

Today marks a slightly nervous first day in my new job. I certainly hope its the dawn of a great new beginning.

Looking back, this is certainly what I've wanted. But the sense of gladness of being where I am, is quietly and quickly being replaced by the hope of achieving new goals. Onwards!

A long hiatus

It's been a long while since I blogged, almost five years. I have no idea why the sudden inspiration to start this again after such a long hiatus.

Perhaps its a little cry out for attention, an inner vanity that someone somewhere might be a interested in my thoughts;
Perhaps its an outlet for a good conversation, abeit with myself;
Perhaps its a recognition that the fragility of the human mind erodes our memories and that by recording it down, we might remember the same intensity of a particular feeling in years to come, when we revisit
Perhaps it will serve as an outlet to share some common happy moments with friends