Last year, I started to know about blogging from a friend of mine. Blogging is a world where anyone can live on without any limitation and hesitation to write, give opinion, share knowledge, post criticism, outline objection and even making boundless jokes and pranks. I could see others' smiles, sorrow, happiness, anger and thousands of feelings and emotions running through their lines of words. Since then, i realized why people do blogging and keep it up-to-date from time to time for it resembles the satisfaction of spurting their own hidden shouts which could only echo deep through their heart.
Last month, I did ask my peers to teach me how to start blogging since I am not used to this modern tool. This intention born after reading countless of deep-touching creative pieces of writing. I personally do hate writing, but I come to realize that blogging is totally a distinct alternative way of relieving what are trapped in ourselves which make our life mundane and far from serene livelihood. However, no one shows up to help me settle with this. Everyday, I get into www.blogger.com without any improvement. I didn't even remember my passwords for it had been too long that I didn't visit my own page. I became discouraged to continue with this crappy things. My will to do blogging faded away as light went off that night.
Last week, I continued my life as usual. But i didn't think that my day improved to become better than yesterday. Everyday I feel the same thing going on and on. Just like days,weeks and months before, I still read others blogs and still impressed by the way they managed to present their pieces effectively. I was emboldened after reading about da'wah islamiyah and seeing the real lives of moslems all around the world. I laughed after reading some crazy blogs blabbering about nonsense trivial matters. My eyes opened wide after reading today's political issues which complicate the whole process of countries' development. Suddenly, I felt a pat on my shoulder coming from a friend who was doubting what intrigued me since awhile ago. That was the starting point of a new change. The meaningful pat of hope enlightened my spirit back to write. I know that I was meant to write someday. I will write. Writing a magic piece that millions will read momentarily.
Today, I get the pen. I can now write freely. My blog is already existed. Men live on food. Cars live on fuel. Plants live on sunlight. This blog??Of course this blog lives on your commitment to read. This blog has now became a living tool once I post this. This means that it needs to survive once have been given a life. So, your reading is his food. Your comments will cherish him deeply. Your click on this page really means a lot for him to be awakened from a long sleep. Dear new visiting readers, do support him by giving your full commitment and enthusiasm by treasuring him daily.
Now, I want to publish this post. I have now became a new young blogger. Can I commit writing more after this?? InsyaAllah, I will if I still can benefit this finger executing more good deeds and sharing more useful thoughts. My apology if this first shootout lacks in many variant essence. I hope that I can write a more sensible piece tomorrow and so on. That's all for now. Barakallah fiik. Wassalam