Friday, February 24, 2012

Why not

I've always been a journaler, but I've never really been able to bring myself to become a blogger. I've tried and have never really followed through, as is evident in my sporadic past posts..

I journal things away on paper so that I can preserve my past and so that in the future I'll be able to learn from myself.

But sometimes I think... what is the point in keeping the countless things that run through my mind all to myself? My skepticisms, my inspirations, the depth, the beauty, the contradictions, the fear, the accomplishments, the strengthening moments?

We learn from each other.

So many of the ideas I've adopted as my own came from someone else being daring enough to put it out there for me to see.

I communicate best as a writer, I think. And I suppose here I communicate with open space, with this dialogue that is the internet.. this archive of human activity... true, I like my books and pages and pencils more, but these computer screens like the one that is slowly dying before me are windows before the eyes of anyone who encounters the words we share.

And so, here I am.