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 I was fourteen years old when I started to write journals. It was one of my ways to deal with the teenage puzzlement of understanding what was happening in my mind and body, the disapproving responses of others about me feeling right all the time, and the entry into the world of identity crisis (which I still visit now and then). I still remember the first time I shared some thoughts from my journal with a school friend (who later became my best friend) and how the thought’s resonance gave us a sense of belonging to the teenager’s messy world.

I am in my early thirties now— the world is still messy. Also, in a dominant social network world where flawless-life-exhibition becomes the norm, having a sense of belonging resembles the blooming of a daylily flower (the daylily flower blooms for a single day before fading). We try our best to fit in those quintessential measures of belongings but become exhausted at the end of the day when our true self fades into our simulated version.

After my year-long mental hesitance between the vulnerability to share my thoughts and the longing for resonance to breeze through life, this blog came into existence— welcome to the snippets of my brain’s neural chatterbox!

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