Part of my motivation for writing into the internets is wholly for my own sake. I believe that people, myself included, tend to look back at stories from their past with an interpretive perspective that is rooted in the present. We take those stories, rearrange them, embellish them, leave things out, and mold them to make sense with our current reality. We play up certain details and we completely “forget” others so that our life storyboard makes sense and there aren’t loose ends. Maybe we are afraid of what other people would think of the chaos– the wrong turns, right turns, serendipity, (mis)fortunes, and best guesses that got us to right now. Maybe we like to believe everything fell to perfect order. Maybe Maktub.
We’re all just bopping along not really knowing how this whole thing is gonna work out.