Twosies

Well, this is a little bit delayed, but God saved my life the other night. It's quite strange, and very powerful (especially with a vivid, active imagination) to see in your mind the hundreds of possible scenarios of how it could have been had things gone the other way. It's like the old cliche, "I saw my life flash in front of me," except in reverse. After you've seen and worried about your past-here comes your future, roaring up out of the depths of your imagination like some sub-terrestrial demon to haunt your mind. It is in those moments, after you've seen what you have been, that you can see the future of what you might be. Sometimes, it could be you lying dead on a street, with your body crushed. Or it could be you spending inestimable amounts of hard-earned money on medical expenses you never planned to pay. Or, maybe, it could be as simple as having to face your parents and explain why the family vehicle is splattered with the blood of some now-dying animal. But, despite all that: thanks God. It was awful nice of you to save me like that. I hope someday I can repay you. As if I ever could.

Beginnings

It seems that one can hardly avoid the charm of blogging if one is a writer. After all, it is the writer's dream to be read (what is the point of being a writer if no one is to read what one has written?), and there is no better medium for a writer to be read than the internet. Apparently, I, too, am susceptible to this chance of being read. I don't know if anyone will actually read a thing I write, but one can never know these things. I suppose if I post some really deep, insightful or meaningful things, people will be interested in reading, but I'm not really sure if I have it in me to write really deep things. But like I said, one can never be sure of these things. Of course, just writing such a simple introduction to a blog is far from likely to attract anyone of any importance. And, as certain people are so fond of reminding me-one must be careful on the internet. Political correctness is important, because one can never be sure of these things-anyone can read what you post. Anyone. A future boss. A college admissions officer. Hopefully, I haven't overstepped any bounds in this, my very first blog post. But one can never be sure of these things.