The Written Life

It’s been a long time since I thought about how much my blog has become a part of my life. If there was ever a time where it was a separate deed on its own, I can’t really remember when it all blurred into a single aspect of my daily ritual. Yet this blog, these written words, the frozen thoughts and feelings of time’s past has become a source of comfort in these troubled times. The symbiotic relationship I have with my words has provided me with inspiration to keep going even in the darkest, loneliest times.

It does make me wonder at times, as much as my life burns the flames behind the words I write, how much of what I write drives me to do the things I do in life? It’s understandable that in any case, my blog is fueled by the experience I have being out there, thinking, feeling, doing. Yet, by writing, by trying to find a source of inspiration to write, I have inadvertently forced myself to live life as a means of filling in the blank spaces in between those words. Just as much as this blog is about my life, my life has become my blog.

When you look at it that way, I don’t know whether it is a sad thing to admit. That your own blog has become one of the sources of inspiration for living on a day to day basis. Yet at the same time, when you think about it, it doesn’t sound so sad. Given that I still believe blogs are a reflection of one’s self, there is nothing wrong with a little written introspection. After all, there is so much to consider in one’s thoughts then you look at it from another perspective other than within your own mind. Writing them down is one way of making any sense of it, or at least see whether it sounds less crazy than it does in your own head.

I guess it all boils down to what your own blog means to you. For the rest of the normal world, blogs are a means of communicating and sharing our perspectives with other people, but when you focus on that point a little too much, you begin to get suckered into becoming an desperate, attention seeking, blogger with a penchant for camwhoring. For some of us, it doesn’t really matter who reads our thoughts, so as as it remains that the number person you’re writing for is your own introspection or passion, to which then, having your blog direct where your going in life isn’t such a bad thing.

After blogging for a long time, it just seems natural to take why I blog and how I blog to a level that’s much more personal than before. I’m not saying it’s wrong to be someone who wants to connect with the rest of the world and have them respond back. I mean I would like that too, but it’s not what this blog has been about or at least has become. This blog has become an important part of my life, to which I answer to no one, even if I share with everyone. My thoughts have always been my own, and where I go from there is a choice I will keep making.

And keep writing down.

4 thoughts on “The Written Life

  1. I don’t think it is so much sad because you’re trying to fill in a void wth something productive, and that’s a good thing. I have seen you taking time out from it when life was otherwise occupied so that should tell you that it’s only a stop gap. You know where the priorities lie. And there’s no harm in having a means of escape.

    I do wonder though, do you go back and read it, and what do you feel if you do? I don’t mean reading favourite posts or looking up certain posts for reference. I mean reading it, like a diary.

  2. I do read my blog from time to time. My own random and related post links on my blog often tempt me into reading what I wrote before. For the most part, I tend to remember what was written with a content and amused outlook. That was the me before and while I may face those same issues now, how I would deal with them now would be so different. Of course, there are still the posts that invoke such a strong memory and response. Those I would always linger in their frozen moments, remembering what I felt as I went through them. I guess overall, reading what was written reminds me of how far I’ve gone, and how much I’m still the same.

  3. well, it’s fine to write about personal life.. thats one purpose of having a blog.. keep it up.. take care and all the best =)

  4. There is a difference in writing about your personal life especially when there are people who write about their life to show off to others. It becomes their reason for blogging, not because it’s a reason to express, but a reason listen to other people tell them how good they are. It may be a reason, but it’s an especially terrible reason to have it as your own ego trip.

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