So, it's been quite a while since my last post on DA. For those of you who've been worried about me, my health and/or my mental status, I can assure you I'm doing fine. Really. Well, there might be a few things I'd love to change, but who doesn't? Isn't it some kind of freedom and "life" itself, to regret things and actions you've done in the past? There is nobody able saying they've lead a perfect life so far, neither am I. And I'm some kind proud of it. Being hurt means being alive, after all.

Accepting the pain as a punishment is a fair deal I guess. Most of us deserve the pain they're experiencing, even if they don't agree. For once, I do agree. All the pain I've been feeling lately is more than fairness, it's payback. And I want to feel this pain, even if that sounds a bit gloomy and masochistic. If there were no bad times, we'd not be able to enjoy the good ones, right?

I did not write nor did I any artistic work for almost a year now, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. Do I miss it? Do I miss expressing my thoughts, my concerns, my dreams? Do I want to be creative, do I need to? Am I able to express whatever I'm feeling correctly and in an interesting way? Should I blog again? Should I be more active on Twitter? After all, I'm just one in a billion people out there, each one of them wanting to be heard and respected for what they achieved or are trying to achieve.

The Internet has given us a mighty tool, the way of international communication, a way of expressing yourself, hiding behind a nickname, developing our true personality. Is it right to always write what you think? Do these thoughts evaluate once written down? I can't tell.

All I can tell it's most entertaining reading your thoughts a few years back, acknowledging your progress, your evaluation and development, in both artistic and mental ways.

Let's see what the future brings, I'm here.