I am still going through the Waiter’s archives.I have only 11 more months to catch up with.Will some one please tell me what he means by yuppies.I do have an idea though.
What is gnawing at the back of my head is that there is a tag I need to do.I had promised to deliver it today. Why today? Oh well read the title again will ya, and do visit that link I provided.
It is a great feeling.Another milestone.118 posts, 14190 hits.It has been a good year.
In Atul’s words,“it has to be about your blogging experience, link us to what you believe are some of your best posts – tell us (at least now) why they are important to you – what you like about them. Keep it as free form as a possible – tell us a story. Tell us what blogging has meant to you, notwithstanding the opinion of the media (or anyone else).
Then, more importantly, do this tag as an introspection – not as a chore – do it because (and if you believe in blogging) – the experience that it has meant to you.”
This blog is my universe and I am at the centre of that universe.My feelings my thoughts my emotions my life.All on a page poured out over this 17 inch confession window.
Blogging is a means of communication to me.It is here that I talk to myself.I satisfy my need to be heard.Feed my ego.Face the truth.Some times hide from it.
I am humbled.There are so many fantastic bloggers out there. Awesome write-ups,beautiful poetry, amazing photographs. There are people who dedicate sometime each day to painstakingly put in the net some piece of useful information.I am amazed at their conviction, their commitment.So many beautiful thoughts, so many that are necessary and so many that we can only dream of.They show us that the possibility is endless.
In this universe where I is so important to me I am often reminded how really small I am.How much there is to this world.How really miniscule this I is in the larger scale of things.I am humbled no doubt, but I am also motivated.I know I am not alone.
Each post that I have posted has an emotion behind it.A reason.A wish.A hope.What that might be, is probably constantly changing but there is not a post without purpose.Did I do justice to any of it, I don’t know.But is there any one emotion or moment that I lived more important than the other, I don’t think so.
In today’s world of political correctness,contacts over friends, where words became
weapons, silences war zones, animosity the name of the game, solitude a committed companion, this blog has provided the comfort of a nonjudgemental platform where I can be heard.It doesn’t matter who is listening, or how many.What matters is that I found my chance.
You ask me what my blog means to me.What can I say it has been a friend a mentor a guide to me.