Still recounting?
After having written the last two posts, I really don't know to what extent I can recount things. It's not as if I don't recall them. I clearly do, in every minute detail possible, but I don't see the purpose of going into everything. Somehow, getting involved in every detail and recounting almost everything makes me forget the purpose with which I had started this exercise. What was the purpose anyway? Of what I can recall now, is the faint memory of how I want to see myself. It seems strange as to how I remember details of incidents that happened years ago and not the reason with which I started writing about these incidents, the memory of the latter being more recent in time. Anyway, of what I do, the primary reason why I wrote about all of this is because it forms a very essential part of me, of who I am today and however much I try, I can't just chuck it from my life or my memory. This is not to say that it haunts me day and night. As I had written