Not Dead. Yet.

Anyone taking a peek in my blog these days will most likely get a chilling sense of desolation. An eerie feeling that you get when you find yourself walking into the streets of a ghost town. Deserted. Isolated. Abandoned. And probably falling apart. A forgotten planet all on its own. Forgotten by time. Forgotten by the world.

You surmise it's dead. 

I don't blame you.

I'd probably think it's dead too.

The telltale signs are dastardly obvious, is it not? That could be [partly] true. But before you conclude final cause of death. Here's something you need to know. When a blog remains inactive for a long period of time, it's only of three things: 

• The blogger quit. 
• The blogger have nothing to blog about. 
• Or life simply took over.

In my case, it's the latter.

Life bulldozed me flat. And left my blog the unsuspecting casualty in the aftermath.

"Ah who cares anyway?" you're probably saying.

New blogs are popping up like wild mushrooms and older ones are either dying - if not already dead - or rebranding and starting at one. 

What's one more added to the body count? 

Well, I'll tell you this: You can never put a good man [blogger] down!

And while that's true, blogging is also like marriage. It's not perfect. It's not made in heaven. You'll have your ups and down. Highs and lows. You might even demand your space away from it from time to time. You'll experience love-hate relationships. 

Mine ain't perfect either. Blog nor marriage. Man, it's life. 

There are moments when you simply need to make hard choices. I chose to let life be life. It meant being away from my blog. It meant walking away.

And walking away gave me the time to live, to get hurt and to heal.

Do you hear crickets?

I bet you do. 

Yes, my blog is filled with crickets right now but it's most certainly not forgotten. Not by me.

My blog is not dead. Yet. 

I just chose to live.