I was drafting a reply to Lish's comment on my last entry, but then it got a bit too long for a comment (by my standards) so I decided to turn it into an entry on its own.
Someone once said that a blog is like an online diary. If I kept a real diary, this is very much how I would have written in it.
I recently found myself leafing, I mean, scrolling through entries I'd written in 2005 and I remembered many of those moments vividly. For those I could not summon to memory, I asked some of those who had a part in them, and it did not take too much effort to pin the now-obscured meanings down.
Indeed, I won't remember every experience, but that's not the point of blogging. If there's anything worth remembering forever, God will remember it for me and I shall collect that memory when at last I look upon His face.
As I recently told Aunty Sheila, my blog is not a portfolio (and for that matter, neither is it a pulpit). It is kept, not to draw visitors or get a point across or share ideas or champion a cause (though these may find application through the blog), but to serve as a place of rejoicing and thanksgiving, of ranting and trying to make sense of things.
Think of it as leaving a trail of footprints in a forest. Each entry marks a place I've been, or things I've done; a fragment of time frozen forever. And as far as a blog/diary is concerned, I think it matters little more than that.