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Yesterday marked one year since capturing my musings in an organized way on this medium I like to refer to as, A Maze in Gaze. One year has quickly come and gone into history. Just like that!

As I celebrate this anniversary, I’m grateful that you, my followers and readers (devoted or otherwise), have endured my ramblings, babblings and occasional wisdom. I hope the gaze has been worthwhile.

It was a long and fierce battle of resisting putting my most inner thoughts out there for public consumption if I were lucky, and possible heartless scrutiny.  I lost that battle.

It was also about an intense romantic relationship with an idea. The idea that, perhaps I will be a ‘voice’ for many who may be experiencing life the way I would capture it in a blog. I imagined writing about interesting stories, fascinating events, not only with elements of victory and pageantry but also of heartbreaks, confounding dilemmas, daunting vulnerabilities or the simple pleasures of life.

Encouraging myself that, “I may very well be a part of a secret wider network of nameless people who would identify with what I have to say”, I yielded to the call of destiny. That, my voice may lend a voice to someone out there and encourage them to keep pounding the pavement of life’s maze with some renewed ounce of hope.

The more I thought about the complex simplicities of life, the more I saw it as a maze that I could boldly gaze into with a sense of exuberant adventure, all the while enticing others into pursuing the same endless discovery.

The awesome responsibility of having a voice in my generation more than anything else spurred me onto to writing. It has been fun doing it, although I have to admit that sometimes it was a royal pain to consistently keep up. It still is!

A huge benefit of writing is the unexpected therapeutic nature this journey has become. I’m much more thoughtful about life. I have become more intentional and a bit easygoing about how I live my life because at the back of my mind, something about it will end up being displayed here. For me this has become a canvas upon which I paint my life, and a desk upon which I dismantle life’s occurrences relative to people, things and places. And that alone is somewhat purifying. It forces me to be true to who I am, while embracing and improving upon the things in me that are less than honorable.

If nothing at all, I could just amuse myself later on in life by reading all my web logs  of yesteryear and taking an easy excursion into how things were and my state of mind in my stages of life.

And yet, this alone is leaving a legacy.

All these emboldened me to step out and improve upon my craft as a wordsmith. I have learned a lot about myself, life itself, other people, things, and places.

My commitment is to keep learning for as long as I’m able. Join me to gaze into the maze of life, and be amazed by gazing each and every single time.

In the words of T.S Eliot, We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time”.

Here’s to a year of blogging!