How I met “reading” (part1)

Barney: True story.

~How I met your mother (TV series)

My love for reading might be a little hard for some people to fully understand, even for people who actually love it just like I do. Naturally those who don’t like it don’t get it because they don’t know what they’re missing. But most of those who  share it’s love probably have had it for a very long time that they don’t know what it’s like not to have it. To me it resembles the story in Genesis where man is fascinated by woman after living so much without her and feeling so lonely until he finally meets an equal partner [1]. In fact, it’s very similar to my story, because the day I met reading is the day I got reintroduced to humanity and culture in the flesh.

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The personality factory (part 1)

Personality development depends on the interplay of instinct and environment during the first five years of life. ~ http://www.simplypsychology.org

This entry is about the most important years of my early life. It’s about the places and people who influenced my first 7 years of my childhood and consequently my whole life. They’re probably the author of a substantial part from who I am today. Continue reading

Life begins

Rachel Dawes: Wait! You could die. At least tell me your name.
Bruce Wayne: …It’s not who I am underneath… but what I *do*… that defines me.

~ Batman begins (film) 2005

While the answer to the question of who one really is might differ over time (for example I used to be a totally different person only 2 years ago), the answers to the questions about one’s origins will always be the same. It’s true that our origins gravely affect our identity, but most of what’s left of them is merely memories in our minds. And as we go through life, more memories and knowledge accumulate which may make us make sense of our previous memories and selves in very unprecedented ways.

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The preamble

A few years ago I was at a point in my life where I felt very confused, intermittently depressed, and utterly lonely. As a result, I became aware of the importance of writing down my feelings and thoughts, so I started an online diary. Even though my mood and life fluctuated a lot ever since, I found that having a journal was extremely healthy and gave me a great deal of pleasure.

Unfortunately, after putting so much time and effort into it, and without a warning, the website was decommissioned a year ago, and all my entries were lost forever. It was so disappointing that I found it very difficult to start all over again until this very day.

So here goes nothing ..