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Why this blog?

I hope to leave behind my writings and words (that probably were not spoken to anyone at all) that my kids or even grandkids can read. Why not keep in a diary? But, a diary can get misplaced or damaged or whatever. With a blog, it can remain published or in existence (provided it's not removed or disappeared due to technical faults) perpetually, provided Google doesn't come up with some archiving system that puts old blogs to die their natural death.

I hope they can read about life's challenges. I wish to drive home the positiveness resulting from the 'tragedies' or mishaps in life. I sincerely hope they can be spurred and motivated to fight in life.

Everything is possible. If there's a will, there is a way. Though I'm still learning and putting this saying to real, I wish they (or anyone) can make it if they have tried.

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