The point of no return.
In a world where everything and everyone is constantly changing, I am no exception. It’s time to let go of the past and embrace something new that can breathe new life into our worldview. That’s what I have to say.
“Isn’t it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?”
― L.M. Montgomery
The world of words had always been my sanctuary, a place where my thoughts and emotions could take shape and find expression. I loved nothing more than weaving together my intuitive musings into a tapestry of creative writing, sharing my unique worldview with anyone who cared to listen. But as the seasons turned, my passion for the written word began to wane.
Over the past six months, a new love had taken hold of me, one that filled my days with the frenetic hum of technology. Programming and tech had captured my heart, and I found myself spending more and more time exploring this exciting new world. As a result, my blog had taken on a different shape, a reflection of my newfound interest in all things digital.
It was a bittersweet transformation, one that had left me feeling torn between two worlds. I missed the simple pleasure of losing myself in the flow of my words, but at the same time, I couldn’t deny the thrill of diving headfirst into a complex coding challenge. It was a strange new world, one that I was still learning to navigate.
And yet, even as I embraced this new path, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the old days. Perhaps one day I would find a way to marry these two passions, to weave together the threads of technology and creative writing into a tapestry unlike any other. But for now, I would keep pushing forward, exploring the boundless potential of the digital world and all the wonders it had to offer.
I used to be fueled by anger, my pen a weapon to unleash upon the injustices of the world. With every keystroke, I aimed to expose the exploitation and unfairness that plagued us all. Creative writing was my outlet, my solace, my escape. But over time, my passion for it began to dwindle, replaced by a growing fascination with the world of technology and programming.
The logic and order of it all made perfect sense to me. It was a place where problems had solutions, where everything could be explained and understood. I found myself losing my edge in creative writing as I became more immersed in the tech world. The drive that once pushed me to put pen to paper was now replaced by a desire to be productive and engaged in a conversation with like-minded people who shared my passion.
And yet, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. The world of creative writing was where I once felt most alive, where I could pour out my thoughts and feelings onto the page and connect with my readers in a way that was raw and real. But now, I was drawn to the clarity and structure of code, to the trust and respect I gained from my colleagues as I became more productive.
Perhaps, I thought, I was simply evolving. The world was changing, and I was changing with it. And yet, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the days when creative writing was my calling. The days when my anger fueled me, when my words were a weapon to fight against the injustices of the world. But for now, I was content to immerse myself in the world of technology, to seek out logical solutions to complex problems, and to engage with like-minded individuals who shared my love for all things tech.
As the days passed, I found myself increasingly drawn to the world of technology. It was as if a magnet was pulling me towards it, irresistible and unyielding. The people I met recently always seemed to have something to say about the latest gadgets and advancements, and I found myself struggling to keep up with the conversation.
It wasn’t just a passing interest, but a deep-seated passion that burned within me. I spent hours upon hours tinkering with my computer, exploring the vast expanse of the digital world. The more I learned, the more I realized how much there was left to discover.
In the midst of this technological wonderland, I found myself struggling to connect with those who were not similarly inclined. Their conversations seemed dull and uninteresting, lacking the spark and fire that I had come to expect. It was as if I had crossed a threshold, beyond which lay a realm that was wholly unfamiliar to me.
I knew that I had reached the point of no return. My love for tech had grown too strong, too all-consuming to be easily quenched. And while I was saddened by the thought of leaving my old life behind, I knew that there was no turning back now. The world of technology beckoned, and I had no choice but to answer its call.
Here are pictures of the Sakura trees I photographed during the last month.
