I haven’t blogged in weeks. I haven’t said anything of dramatic importance, nothing to express a deep philosophical understanding of life’s true meaning, nor the scientific explanation of why koalas exist. Ultimately, I’ve had nothing to say, so I’ve kept quiet.
Blogging has lost a touch of is sparkle. I have no interest in typing superfluous sentences into my keyboard to appease… well, who is reading? If you’ve visited this webpage before, you may be familiar with the fact that I want to be a writer. I love words.
As a result of the neglect and slow, decrepit decline of my blogging, I realized that I didn’t have to blog. In the back of my mind I had felt a strong sense of obligation to put anything on my blog. Anything to sort of send a little wave out to the limitless expanse of internet that said, “I’m still here! Don’t forget about me!” But that is no longer the case.
To repeat myself, I love words. And in my endless love affair with them, I know that they have both the ability to mean everything, and the ability to mean nothing at all. So why should I bore someone with something I hate, that I don’t mean, that I don’t find important, just to say it? I don’t wish to be held to the previous standard my blog has set. The majority is cheery, bright, and honestly, irrelevant. I would like to be associated with a higher level of thinking that is both impactful and relevant. I want to be taken seriously.TweetPin It Now!