When Basil Hallward was asked to exhibit his painting, he refused.
“No, I put too much of myself into it. I am affraid people will see my soul through it.” He said.
Years ago, I always refused to make a blog.
When I ponder over that matter, somehow I realized that I, too, feels like I was putting too much of myself into the writings. Unfortunately, all of the “writings-with-heart” thingy, have been vanished with the broken laptop. I couldn’t save it.
This loss of “part of my soul” happened along with a sudden change in myself. Well, it’s a bit uncomfortable to put the matter here, but as a result, I became less and less care about what I feel. I am less vulnerable, perhaps. And I’m not proud of it. As it has succesfully made me having less empathy, and became a sulky human being. One of the good things is, I don’t think too much when I do something, such as when I write this blog, for example, :p
Well, I don’t know whether it is a good thing or not, the fact is, that now I’m constantly writing, because apparently I dont put too much of myself into my writing.
Aaah… this is again a random thought that occured at the wrong moment. Time to go to the lab!!