I need to keep writing, but often feel words are jumbled up inside.

I still keep reading my subscriptions, and enjoying it a lot to see the ones' I've been subscribing to throughout the years are experiencing life to the fulliest, whether they think they are happy or not.

Now that I (seem to) cut all contacts from the outside world via digital means, more time is spent on introspecting. Whether you believe it or not, they say between the age of 27-30 is where Saturn's Return happens, which means there are big life lessons to be learnt during those years. And for all my Saturn's Return cycles (it happens once every 7 years apparently), the problem has been revolved around the men in my life, more specifically, I think it's a father issues that's underlying them all, well, this time it's no different.

Maybe as we get older, our ability to adapt deteriorates with time. We feel pain more strongly and its after-effects seem to last longer, yet happiness seems more and more fleeting. I can't help but wonder why.

I will think about the mode in which I'll be writing, I don't want to abandon Xanga, I like it here, unlike Twitter/Facebook or any other networking sites, Xanga allows me to actually sit down, reflect and record my thoughts, it's nice this way.