Consider this:
You are this close to give up on blogging. Not because your life is boring and you dont have anything to say but because you realize that you live life to enjoy it and not to write about it. Blogging was one way to amuse you but it doenst do that anymore. You somehow come to hate everything about technology that is not of any use when the nature strikes. But still you remember the times when you start blogging and couldnt stop. You remember the way time flew and how you enjoyed it. You want to re-live that excitement and you come to blogger.com.. once again. And the damn thing is so slow that watching it load is not as exciting as watching a snail climb up on a glass pole. You curse and curse. You keep reloading the page every 5 nanoseconds. Your ego doesnt let you accept defeat to a stupid unimportant good-for-nothing page. And in the end you feel victorious when the page loads. Alexander won the world but defeating the stupid unintelligent man-created technology is much more satisfying. The page loads but you dont have anything to write about. But you want to write something and you start writing. Blog controls you. Blog owns you. You keep mumbling and typing. You KNOW that in the end something good is going to come out of it all. You open up and want to say all those things you thought about when you were away from the blog and wanted to tell someone. All these thoughts are lurking in the slimy gray part at the back of your brain called mind. Now is the time for them. They all try to jump out and be free at once. Thoughts about the recent tsunami are too weak to come out because they have been specially active with all the media constantly hammering them with pictures, videos, news, interviews. Somehow you dont want to write about it. And that makes you feel little guilty for some reason. You console yourself by reminding about the day's salary you donated for the unfortunate one's. Then the thoughts about the recent LONG vacation start to come out. All the things you did with your friends and family and that sort of stuff. But it is too boring to write about. Then you think about the things you did just to keep yourself busy which you think are interesting and you know that some of those who read the blog might find interesting too. You want to write about it. But by that time you are hungry and it is time to go home. You feel good.. now that you have promised yourself to write about those interesting things when you come back tomorrow.
And the blogging goes on!
Yours Sinerely,
