Beginning of the end or end of the beginning?

I some times wonder when it all began.

By now you must already be thinking that this is going to be another depressing blog about someone trying to understand the purpose of his existence/why he doesn't have his dream job yet/why he is the way he is/why does he suck so much/......another depressing blog....then you are right.....

And wrong at the same time. Because in the process of writing the past few sentences I have just realised that a tale of some one's undoing is not something to be written on a blog. Its probably something to be written in a personal diary/letter to girlfriend(if she is immensely patient) or told to a shrink.

So I am going to spare you the torture...and torture myself...sometime later.