Turpentine

Today, I found myself uttering the word Turpentine at the tip of my tongue. How I love a good alliteration. And how I love saying strange words that I know are real, but whose meaning escapes me.

Turpentine. Where have I heard this before? A poem, a song? According to Google, Turpentine is a fluid obtained by the distillation of resin harvested from living trees, mainly pines.

I have no business ever hearing this word in daily conversation. I do know someone whose family owns a maple syrup farm, but even then I doubt he would go around shouting the word Turpentine when I happened to be nearby. Anyways, its not even the right tree.

Why I am going on and on about a word that has no significance? Quite frankly, because it was the only new discovery I've had today, the only thing that left me perplexed for a few seconds. And I needed a reason to write.

I love my laptop keyboard, I love the way it clicks, I love sitting with myself and finding words to describe mundane things. Its immensely calming and rewarding to create.

Since starting this blog, I had always approached it as a medium to write for other people to read. So I've avoided writing unless I had something new to say, something meaningful to offer.

But almost a year after starting this blog, I find myself in the exact position I started in. Bored and alone, and most importantly, looking for some sense of purpose, as meaningless as the purpose may be.

And so I've decided that from now on, I will write for the pure sake of writing for myself. Selfishly, chaotically, with no expectations other than to enjoy the process. And record insignificant discoveries, and start sentences with And, and abuse the Oxford comma as I love to do.

And maybe this way, I can make the next year last a little longer than this one did.