Blogs

The problem with blogs is everybody has one, but few people have much to say. Like myself. I have sporadic bursts of what I like to think is brilliance but proves not to be so. THis internal realization made external doesn't serve as a lesson, new fact, or extension of the unknown. This is the beauty of life, in a sense that we all are on the same path with different understandings of the same truths. No one person can mentally go further than another if the same experience and understanding is extended. People are built not born. One's essence and experience may be the most effectually different thing about them.

See. Even this "realization" proves to be common sense in nature. It seems as if conversations with people, if not discussing a new event, involves the same self-serving rhetoric that reinforces what we already have concluded about ourselves and our surroundings.

So why discuss it?

Could one look at life in the same way? If everything I want to do has been done, does my doing it prove pointless? Should I highlight the action of others through personally changed repetition?

Thats why I wear jeans with holes in them. Because most of you aren't. Nobody in the same personal genre as me any way. What we do will not define us, however. With intent comes definition.

The life we live is denotative, no matter how connotative we hope our outward personalities and possessions make it. We are, in true essence, what we ARE.

This is why we make blogs. This is why we have Twitter and Facebook; To post our selves, thoughts and feelings up, searching for eternal understanding, acceptance and relation to our everyday "realizations."