About a dozen days ago, to be more precise, on 25th August 2021, my blog "Saladboze Diary" marked the 6th anniversary of its opening. In fact, I forgot such an important date because my job had been busy lately. Of course, the meaning of this anniversary belongs to very private things, so that my oblivion doesn't matter at all. However, I think that milestones in a lifetime must be precious, and it's not pointless to write down faint fragments of fleeting memories.
Most of us are prone to forget various events even though it was very significant then. In particular, momentary thoughts are too unstable to recall in detail afterward. Sometimes, myself in the past seems like an unknown person whose behavior is quite different from the present me in many ways. Therefore, it's an important habit to record what we looked, felt, thought, or else believed at that time. We always need some milestones to remember past experiences, otherwise we would get lost in total darkness. If we don't know who we were in the past, we can't imagine a proper vision of the future. No matter whether we follow the old way which used to be done, or we create some new ways which no one takes yet, our decision should be based upon a sufficient knowledge of past events. In addition, the current incidents usually seem to be confused, so that we tend to fail grasping a crucial meaning of the thing. As fragmentary impressions floods over us, it's very difficult to comprehend the whole structure of matters. Reflections on momentary phenomena can be realized only after enough times having passed away. Looking back upon the past case, examining the fact in detail, interpreting complicated relations as organized diagrams, we're getting more informed of the hidden truth gradually. Given the circumstance, it can be said that a custom of recording on something, no matter what happened actually, is an essential work for us. Records are the basis of consideration which would build up our perspective on better life and the world. In particular, I have emphasized and believed in a value of literature because I have been taught by a lot of books how to think, express, comprehend, live and survive. Moreover, from the beginning of this year, I have tried learning English to make my view of the world broadened and developed, although the way has yet to arrive at the ideal goal. This choice attempts to take me into novel horizons, because a foreign language is due to show us another scenery. I would be glad of some encouragement even though my English seems to be poor.