The title is a quote from John Green’s Paper Towns, because this afternoon’s short activity reminded me of that time when Quentin was in Margo’s room searching for clues. I don’t know why.
I woke up this morning thinking about writing. I didn’t know why but I had a really strong urge to write, and I don’t mean just general blogging but contributing to websites that compile short stories and anecdotes that are sent to them. So I visited curasian.com, which I found out about at their booth at Urbanscapes two months ago but never really remembered to go on it.
I then searched for the contributors of the website and started going through their blogs, which led me to Adrianna Tan’s blog where I found out she had participated in the Indian Rickshaw Run before, which led me to this site which led me to another site about Abraham Maslow’s theory about self-actualization.
In the instance when I went through it, coupled with the infectious spontaneity of Adrianna’s rickshaw run blogposts, I immediately got up from my sitting position on the bed and decided to take down everything off the Board of Stuff in my room and replace them with useful reminders to, for lack of a less corny phrase, make myself a better person towards myself and others. The past rough week certainly proved that I needed a change in thinking and attitude, for the sake of my own reassurance.
I think today has been a day of discoveries.