And the fundamental question?

Why do I keep creating blogs? Change. I get easily bored with what is, with what exists. My mom easily believes that I can't ever settle down, and is quite apprehensive about the consequences!

Been there. Done that. Got bored.

It's a constantly changing world, a network of threads breaking and re-joining the different and the like. And sometimes, they re-connect with old threads. Then it makes you think, and makes you easily believe in coincidences and in a supreme something powering it's way through our lives. Sometimes it's repetitive, sometimes it's a deja vu.

Past few days, I have realized that I am more unemotional than I thought myself to be, more egoistic than I could contemplate rationally, more selfish than what people think me to be. And this being me, I am happy with the discovery.