Why do we blog? That,
is the question that many bloggers are asking these turbulent days. I’ve asked myself this question, and I have
come up clueless. Frankly, I’m sick of
thinking about it. Perhaps I’m just
begging for attention or filling my egotistical persona? I don’t have a freaking clue to why I waste
my time with this.
When I first started, I perceived it as a free and open
place to voice my opinions and spread a little creative love around the
globe. In reality, I’ve met a multitude
of kind and generous bloggers, and a few buggers along the way.
Honestly, I do it in the hopes of illuminating myself
through others and illuminating them in some way. I try to create new and creative content with
every new post. Although I’ll be the
first to admit that, the last few months have been lapsing. I enjoy conversing with other people, and
learning from other cultures and the like.
What infuriates me the most is when people get paid tens if
not hundreds of thousands of dollars/Euros/ pounds/whatever to bitch and whine
or they just cut and paste a news article and make a wee sentence long comment!
Do you really want my opinion? I could go on for days with this nonchalant
bullshit.
You see, I still have a heart and soul, so I truly care for
some of you. As I’ve said several times,
I’ll be lucky to reach the glorious age of 60. Ah, the joys you people must have with retirement. And, I recently found out that my eyesight in
my one good eye that I can see out of is degrading (I’m blind in one eye.). So, I stand to lose all visual sight in a few
years! I hope that it doesn’t degrade
that fast, but I’m relearning Braille just in case. According to the whacky doctors, I should
have been six feet under a long-time ago, so I take everything they say with a
grain of salt. I don’t let it bother me.
Life is finite for us all. I MUST do all that I can, see all that I can, and study all that I can,
while I am here. I don’t mean to insult
you, but you have no clue about what I’m talking about until you’ve faced
it! I’m still trying to figure out who I
am, so I don’t have TIME…..Time is of the essence people! Do all that you can to make a positive impact
on this world!
Truth:
Ha-ha, I’m not sure you want to know that, I don’t!
Mother and I have a very estranged relationship. I grew up late in life, so she does not know
who I am. I love my Mum though!
Dad won’t talk to me, unless I have had a new escapade with
a woman. He’s quite a character. God bless him.
The sister closest to me thinks that I’m weird, because I
like to write poetry and such.
And, I’m a lonely man, but that’s my own fault.
It is imperative that I get off my arse, quit bitching, and
make something of myself! I don’t have
time for nonsense. I really don’t!
I’m disabling comments on this post, just to prove a
point. I don’t do this for
attention. All I ask is that you
comment, when you feel compelled to do so. Then again, don’t feel compelled to do so.
The moral of this story is to blog if you want to. Don’t let anyone knock the wind out of
you. Do what you enjoy, and do not worry
about the arseheads that make bounderish comments!
Quit your quetching! Walk
outside and observe bees bumbling about in the garden, listen to the buzzing of
a hummingbird as it sips fresh nectar, or have a nice cup of tea with a loved
one. Enjoy life and spread a little
love.
I guess I am forever labelled as a hippie for saying
that. Oh well, I’ve been called worse!
Peace!
jd










