With an enticing title like that, you'd think I was offering to hand out gold nuggets. But nahh, there is no get-rich-quickness to be found here. Just a trail of thought...
Why do you blog?
To meet like-minded people? To purge yourself of pain? To share your heart? To complain about the weather? To distract yourself from the fact that you're alive? To rant? To giggle? To inspire or be inspired? To fill an empty hour? To flirt with coy abandon? To proclaim the gospel of you? To be like everyone else? To be like no-one else? To express yourself? To create? To destroy? To bitch or accept? To learn? To share? To be a part, or apart? To juggle with your thoughts? To stamp your foot across the world? To ask questions or answer them? To feed your narcissism or battle your shyness? To release what must be released?
Some blogs are funky or funny. Some are a waste of bandwith, barely worth even the time it takes to ignore them. Some blogs are simply windows on people's lives; the good, the bad and the illiterate. (And that's no slur; everyone is entitled to be who they are. And literacy is merely education.) But some, oh yes some, rise above the mundane or the transient and become blogs of beauty.
('Blogs of Beauty'.. I should trademark that expression right now. Hands off!)
I'm not sure I would have continued to write on here were it not for the joy of discovering that my thoughts and feelings were not only accepted, but welcomed. And welcomed by people whose writings touch me with a kind of awe. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. I have fallen in love with a new form of literature, one which is honest and raw and beautiful. The literature of existence, the art of saying 'this is me, I feel like shit, I want to be kissed, how could he treat me this way, the sunset was breathtaking...'
I believe that people's hearts are more important than their words. Emotions and thoughts - confusions, pains and delights - are what counts. If you can't adequately express how you feel, that merely means you lack a skill. Most people get by, and it's not a good idea to judge someone by their punctuation, no matter how madly Eats, Shoots And Leaves hits the bestseller lists.
Yet there are bloggers who express themselves so perfectly that I'm often left open-mouthed and wordless at their ability to fix a thought in place. You can ride their words like a horse, gently trotting - or galloping with furious passion - through the places of their mind. Storms and sunny skies, graveyards and theme parks... Their journal a shared journey.
Yes, it's art. But only if it's real. Only if it's honest. Otherwise it's just candy.
Excuse me while I vanish up my own arse. Writing this entry makes me smell pretentious. Perhaps I am. Then again I'm only expressing how I feel. Naive little me, innocently using the first word that pops into me 'ead... Best not to be too self-conscious about it and just WRITE...
Posted at 04:25 am by Diz