Why do you blog?
Is it to share,
to inspire,
to vent,
to connect,
to sort through your thoughts,
to feel less alone,
to make friends?
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This is probably the most active I've been on this site-- journaling almost every couple or every few days, and I'm struggling with WHY I am doing it. Why bother? Is there really a point? For all of you ghosts out there, those who read and see everything, yet rarely post-- I understand you more than those who post constantly.
The futility and pointlessness of writing these words. What for?
Which is more presumptuous-- taking a picture and expecting others would like to see it? Or putting words together to form sentences to convey thoughts that you think others would enjoy reading?
Are bloggers (or writers of any kind) just self-aggrandizing assholes? What makes one person's words more valuable than others?
When you post a picture (or many) of yourself are you suddenly a narcissistic bastard?
"footnote on the construction of masses"
by Charles Bukowski
from The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over The Hills (1969)
//
some people are young and nothing
else and
some people are old and nothing else
and some people are in between and
just in between.
//
and if the flies wore clothes on their
backs
and all the buildings burned in
golden fire,
if heaven shook like a belly
dancer
and all the atoms began to
cry,
some people would be young and nothing
else and
some people old and nothing
else,
and the rest would be the same,
the rest would be the same.
//
the few who are different
are eliminated quickly enough
by the police, by their mothers, their
brothers, others; by
themselves.
//
all that's left is what you
see.
//
it's
hard.
Do you believe in destiny?
Or is "destiny" just another way of saying you have no control over how your life turns out?
Xx
