Why should I start a
blog? I don't even know what the
definition of a blog is or what purpose it may serve. I could go on studying the matter infinitely
and reading what others have written to develop a reference point for starting...or
I could just start writing on this blank page: an electronic tabula rasa
for which to empty my mind.
Tabula rasa is Latin for
"clean slate". It's a
philosophic metaphor for trying to view things void of stereotype without impediment. No chalk has ever lined the board,
nor any smears left by an eraser...as if you were just born from the womb, saw the light, and were held tight for
the first time. No benchmarks have been
set for comparison that might alter your perception. It's a surreal unattainable state of mind one
should constantly strive to achieve when addressing matters. I want to live life without prejudice and
create without boundary or background.
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation." – Oscar Wilde
Words are defined by other
words and their order is what constitutes language. Just like music, there are only so many notes
or letters and each one has surely been repeated oft enough. Our freedom is how we choose to arrange and
release them. So that little part about
being unattainable…it's true. No matter
how hard we try, our thoughts, words, and actions will always at least to an
unavoidable extent be a result of what has affected us. As a baby you must learn how to speak by
first listening. One cannot develop
their own language as a child. If they
did, who shall understand it?
The better question may be
why should I not start a blog. A lunatic speaks out loud to himself in the street. Is publishing a public diary of loosely
strung thoughts online any different?
Perhaps because the words of a literate individual make sense instead…and
hopefully someone actually listens.
However, that likely results from the educational influence of a smeared
chalkboard. My jealousy remains for the homeless cracked out bum who speaks with a tabula rasa. He cares not who hears, mocks, or
misunderstands, and can't even afford a slate or stick of chalk. Yes he may be unlearned and crazy, but one
thing is certain…he truly dances like no one is watching.
Back to the question about
why should I start a blog. Does it
matter? That was just the first
unaltered thought that entered my mind when doing so. I make no guarantee another post will even be
made. But enough figurative pinball...here
are some simple straightforward reasons:
· It's 6 AM (or it was).
· I can't sleep.
· Sobriety has left me without poetic
inspiration.
· I don't have enough time or focus to
put forth a congruent book.
· Acquaintances wish to hear my cry no
more than I wish to tell them.
· I should spare my family and friends
from the frivolous burdens of my mind.
· It’s cathartic.
· Someone inspired me.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” - Theodore Roosevelt
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