What is in a blog? A recollection of day to day events? Or a canvas onto which your hopes and dreams are painted? A forum for you to bitch about the world? Or a journey of self discovery through words? Well, for me at least, it is all.
I've pretty much had this blog since I was in secondary 2, and it has been like my little public journal. Keeping track of my ups and downs for those entertained by my writing style. Sometimes I write it for others, sometimes for myself. But for all the writing of each individual post, I sometimes find it most exciting to look through everything.
It is only then, that you realise how your attitude has changed over the years. How your thoughts have matured, feelings have developed and personality has been refined. I think it puts everything in perspective and lets you know where you are going.
You could think of it as you being a point on a canvas. As you move through the the canvas, which represents your life unfolding, you retain the dimensions of a point, which is only one dimensional. So at any one time, this point is your whole life to you. Sure you have little furrows in the paperwork where you used to be, but its faint and sketchy. You don't really know which direction you have been going. You don't really know where you have been or if you are moving straight or in circles.
That's because you are a point, a singularity. You have no length, no breadth, and certainly no depth. That singularity represents who you are now. You might just go anywhere, you might have any sort of fortune and you'd know nothing about yourself.
Now imagine that while you are at this point in your life. Instead of being just a dot moving around, you left a teeny little pencil mark. Just a spot rubbed off from yourself to mark the canvas and to show to yourself that you have been here before. Just a little mark before you move on with your life in time.
In the next moment, another mark. Maybe in a different style or stroke, but a mark all the same. Just a little mark before you move on with your life in time.
One more moment, one more mark. On and on it goes.
One fine day, when you are feeling particularly reflective. You command your little dot to float up higher. And as you gain perspective you look at the dots you have left behind and realise that you have just painted the picture of your life. And all those dots are just parts of the grand picture. Your grand picture.
Why do you blog?
I've pretty much had this blog since I was in secondary 2, and it has been like my little public journal. Keeping track of my ups and downs for those entertained by my writing style. Sometimes I write it for others, sometimes for myself. But for all the writing of each individual post, I sometimes find it most exciting to look through everything.
It is only then, that you realise how your attitude has changed over the years. How your thoughts have matured, feelings have developed and personality has been refined. I think it puts everything in perspective and lets you know where you are going.
You could think of it as you being a point on a canvas. As you move through the the canvas, which represents your life unfolding, you retain the dimensions of a point, which is only one dimensional. So at any one time, this point is your whole life to you. Sure you have little furrows in the paperwork where you used to be, but its faint and sketchy. You don't really know which direction you have been going. You don't really know where you have been or if you are moving straight or in circles.
That's because you are a point, a singularity. You have no length, no breadth, and certainly no depth. That singularity represents who you are now. You might just go anywhere, you might have any sort of fortune and you'd know nothing about yourself.
Now imagine that while you are at this point in your life. Instead of being just a dot moving around, you left a teeny little pencil mark. Just a spot rubbed off from yourself to mark the canvas and to show to yourself that you have been here before. Just a little mark before you move on with your life in time.
In the next moment, another mark. Maybe in a different style or stroke, but a mark all the same. Just a little mark before you move on with your life in time.
One more moment, one more mark. On and on it goes.
One fine day, when you are feeling particularly reflective. You command your little dot to float up higher. And as you gain perspective you look at the dots you have left behind and realise that you have just painted the picture of your life. And all those dots are just parts of the grand picture. Your grand picture.
Why do you blog?
posted by lyarn at 1:00 am
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