Although I have never partaken in "blog writing", I am an avid blog reader. It's an easy way of staying in touch without actually having to speak to the person every day, a task that I almost always try to avoid. My father has been blogging for years, and, like a good child, I've decided to follow in his footsteps. That is hardly to say that I will even attempt to live up to the naturally poetic voice he speaks from or the consistency of his blog posts. I have decided, however, that I need an outlet.
I've used a journal to express my thoughts and feeling during hard times for years. I've written books on how awful the world is and, more often, how stupid and petty I am. However, somehow, I feel like it is still inside. Though on a separate medium from myself, it is contained within my realm and no one else's. It is still hiding... ripping... bleeding to get out. So, born to a technologically driven generation, I've decided typing my thoughts and putting them out, quite literally, to the universe, will somehow release them from their cage and the pressure will subside.... we shall see....
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