I’m not the sort of person that has much to offer in terms of what I can skillfully do. I am no web programmer not am I some front line techie. My business and marketing sense is as keen as a rhino in the dark. My scope of knowledge on what’s hot and new is as wide an anorexic earthworm. Truthfully there aren’t many reasons for you to read my blog when there are far more interesting tidbits of information floating out there, especially when you know where to find them.
That’s why I’d like to think that whatever I write has some degree of inspiration that doesn’t look like a footnote from your regular self-help book. I’d like to hope that my words, my stories and my own random musings have at least a fraction of an idea that could make any one of you go, “Oh, now that’s something I never thought off before. Let’s stick around and see where this goes.”.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a holding point either.
But that’s just it. In a world where people want their instant cappuccino, their 150 word summarization of the latest hourly news and the constant background noise of people wanting to make a quick buck, I am but an archaic relic of the past. I am an introverted storyteller who’s words reflect only his own personal world. On a marketing scale, that doesn’t really sell well, not unless I throw in some scandalous romp with famous celebrities. I’m not usually that lucky.
My blog if anything is what remains of a time when the whole purpose of blogging was to scream to the world just what you ate for breakfast. Scream to the world the fact that the nice sweet girl you wanted to ask out is actually the school bicycle, but you don’t really care anyway. Scream to the world what wankers your coworkers are in screwing up a report that took you ages to do, all for their own personal gain. That was once a grand era of blogging and how honest and passionate was everyone back then.
Now it’s just business, marketing and work. It’s all news, shady deals and a quick buck. That era of passion and honesty seems to have disappeared a long long time ago, replaced by the cold commercialized siren call of money. But no one said the old ways have to die. At least I’m not calling the time just yet.
That’s why I never had any target readers. I never had a blogging plan. I never had any inkling of marketability. More to the point, I never stopped blogging. I never stopped growing. I never stopped improving. I never (really) stopped and wondered what’s the point. While the face of blogging may have changed, it doesn’t mean that its purpose should fade away as well.
We still can tell stories of how our breakfast was punctuated by random musings only an empty morning can slide in. We still can tell stories of how even the most unlikely of relationships can still have a happy ending. And that’s just it. In a world where people burn out from information overload, we can take our time and tell a simple tale. A simple story with a simple point. Whether it be happy or sad or angry or blissful, it is our tale and the way we write it can inspire our readers to feel the same way. Inspiration that would start something great, if not in the world, then at least in one single person who cares enough to try.
At least that’s what I hope to offer. A life, a story and a message embedded in it that could make someone’s day. That being said, could anyone nod a head my way and tell me whether all this makes the least bit of sense? It would help to know that I’m not thinking faster than I write. That’s untamed passion for you, but that’s another story altogether.