It's interesting to me how my feelings towards blogging change, transform, evolve and sometimes hide in the attic for extended periods of time. It's not that I don't think about it, I do, but like an owed phone call to a distant relative, the more time that goes by, the harder it gets. The spontaneous spurts of daily inspiration don't seem heavy enough to warrant a comeback, but I rarely sit down to channel the deeper workings of my psyche into something I hope will be interesting and meaningful to others. Rational or not, I realize it's beside the point - the value rests just as much in my experience writing as it does in any feedback I receive, and it's only when I commit myself to the former that I find any satisfaction in the latter. Along the way, I've learned a lot about the power of the written word, often reaching people in ways I never expected. This definitely inspires me the most, and is perhaps also why I struggle the most. What started as an innocent attempt to feel I had something important to say, has lead to a deeper questioning of what I actually want to say and why; sometimes the answers are easy, sometimes not, but always seem to lead to more questions. Still, underneath the doubts and rationalizations is a genuine desire to connect with the rest of the world, to share the stories I hope are relatable and inspirational, building my own sense of knowledge and wisdom in the process. Often I don't even know the moral of a story until I write it. The action itself helps me tap into something other than myself, finding lessons in even the most seemingly benign occasions. Since nothing is meaningful unto itself, it's our experience, beliefs, filters and values that make it, so I learn a lot in the process. What is meaningful to me and why? Ultimately, these questions are what I hope to inspire in others.
Well it seems I've written a perfectly self-referential post, a regular Cervantes, Charlie Kaufman or, let's face it, Mel Brooks. In any case, I'm happy to be writing again. How is everyone? See any good movies? Read any good books? Have any profound realizations in the bathtub?