The last time I started my English blog, I began with an odd sentence:
I have a thing for words.
I don’t know if it is a good idea to start the first post of a blog with the phrase “I have a thing for”. But I want to do it. I have a thing for words. The definitions. The subtle differences between words with apparently the same meaning. The origin and etymology. Even the very common words that I use every day.
This was June 2020, and it lasted for only three posts. It was not my main blog and I continued writing somewhere else.
Ten years ago, I started my Persian blog. I don’t know what the first post was, as I deleted it (I don’t like my past writings). But I know there was a sentence about writing in that post. A sentence that pushed me toward starting that blog — someone who had hated high school essay writing for many years.
The sentence was kinda counterintuitive: We write to forget, not to remember. We write it down to move on.
And one reason that I started that blog was that. To help me move on.
The hospital was a burden. Diseases were. Death was.
[Let’s be honest. No. The verb tenses are wrong. It should be as “is, are, and is”.]
I wanted something to help me hold up.
I wrote and wrote. Many words. Many online, many just for myself. And it helped truly.
The posts of my Persian blog were not limited to patients’ stories. They were about medicine, music, poetry, the books I read, etc. I still write in Persian. It helps me. It is a way of reflection for me.
And here I am, again, for the second time, trying to start my English blog.
Another home for reflection. Another home to continue this journey.