It has crossed my mind. The part of me that I need to make sure I don't pick up a gun and start rampaging at any passer by has moved from the digital world I call a blog to a world outside the window and beside my bed at night. In the months that I have started living out the responsibilities and possibilities of work and play, I have gradually begun to move away from the anonymous confidantes of virtual spectators, so it is inevitable that choices like this have to be thought over.

I once asked a friend who asked me the same thing, should she do it too? Her answer came to her swiftly, because for her, it may not be utterly necessary anymore, but for her…it has taken a life of its own. For her, its importance although disconnected from its original purpose still maintains the point that she can make to anyone willing to still listen. For her it works because she's good at it.

What this was, is and will always be is just a part of me that I am willing to share because it is a personal necessity, it bears no importance to people, no impact on the world and certainly no mark upon the digital landscape at large. What I desired from the beginning was always to see how far it goes, given the changing expectations of possibilities that I saw fit, I gave myself the reason to keep going the way I kept going.

So now, years ahead and working towards a life that differs completely from one I always felt comfortable in, given all that's said and done, all that's spent and sacrificed, it has crossed my mind.

Should I end my blog as it is?