2000 (Continued)
My carefully constructed words are a barometer of sorts guiding my evolution. They pick up where family and friends leave off, emphasizing what I’ve done and what is left to do. They tell me what I need to let go of, what I must embrace, what I’m lacking, the fears I must erase, relationships I need to nurture and those I need to replace, but more importantly, the inspiration that brings me peace of mind and funnels into my creativity, and why I must seek this out at all cost – every second of every minute, every hour of every day.
As a writer I think I’ve grown, which has led me to find a voice I never had before. It’s provided me more confidence, raising my self-esteem (as if it was ever lacking). Much of what I say might be perceived as simplistic, especially as I ponder the problems of the world and the people in it, trying to offer advice through my own learned experience. Today’s world demands this of us, comparing journeys (and notes) as to avoid fatal mistakes.
On occasion when I reread my posts, contemplating subject matter, exploring topics and the writing styles for each, the survey of my emotions, etc., I learn something knew about myself. I’ve most recently discovered I’ve become a better listener and I’m more focused than ever before, especially when it comes to my desires and dreams, sadly, putting too many on the back-burner... but not anymore. I’m less likely to take anything for granted too (truer words have never been spoken).
Things I’ve always known about myself, but sometimes need a bit of reassurance as I gain age, can be found if you read me between the lines. I’m still in love with the idea of love. My hope is eternal. My passion for simplicity nurtures my morals and values. My belief that there is something greater than all human life is highly probable. However, that level of being is not obtainable for those living a fear-based life, often choosing quantity to quality, and all too often claiming simple ignorance as a metaphor, calling hate an excuse – for it is this type of person who is bringing the rest of us down.
More than anything, this outlet we call blogging has been therapeutic. The more I write the more I learn, the more I see who I am and what gifts I bring to the world. There are many people who could benefit from blogging. It would help them work out their demons. However, some of you might want to spend a significant amount of time doing personal writing before going mainstream because reactive, salacious points of view are never a good thing and typically speak to a compromised defective individual who’s not willing to blend in with the masses.
One thousand posts, and I’ve only just begun. It’s a legacy of thought, theory, feeling, action and perception I hope will be respected now and forever. It’s a simple journey by far, but the only one I know. People often say to me, "How can you put it all out there? How can you write about such personal things? Are you afraid of who might read it?"
There are many personal and private matters I would never think about publishing. Yes, I have couth. If you think you know all about me by reading my blog – think again. I’m not an open book. I’m sorry to disappoint you.
However, I think I’m sharing those things that are relatable. There are many people who have walked a mile in my shoes, and when they read my words they don’t feel so isolated. A good example of this is when I found out about my celiac disease. I felt detached because my symptoms were so severe, but searching blog after blog and reading post after post, I was no longer alone, and that helped me get healthy again and to heal – well that, and a friend who was by my side every step of the way.
My goal was never to write, but I do now. It comes mostly from my love affair with Mother Nature and my loathing of people who hate more and love less – They must change. If you read me – thank you. If I’ve inspired you – I thank you even more. What I really hope to do is encourage others to share their love of life by expressing it with the written word, perhaps with photographs or video, or maybe with drawing or painting. The possibilities are endless.
I think the problem with the world today is not that we aren’t expressing ourselves enough, but that we are communicating the wrong way, making poor social networking choices. In other words, reactionary, caustic people shouldn’t be using Twitter or Facebook because they lack the ability to 'mentally' edit. Those who think things through have a better chance of using social networking tools with more responsibility. The latter is not a judgment, but a guideline to living your best life. May we all learn to do just that, agreeing to disagree on things we don’t understand.
Each photo tells a story... My story. – paerki
As a writer I think I’ve grown, which has led me to find a voice I never had before. It’s provided me more confidence, raising my self-esteem (as if it was ever lacking). Much of what I say might be perceived as simplistic, especially as I ponder the problems of the world and the people in it, trying to offer advice through my own learned experience. Today’s world demands this of us, comparing journeys (and notes) as to avoid fatal mistakes.
On occasion when I reread my posts, contemplating subject matter, exploring topics and the writing styles for each, the survey of my emotions, etc., I learn something knew about myself. I’ve most recently discovered I’ve become a better listener and I’m more focused than ever before, especially when it comes to my desires and dreams, sadly, putting too many on the back-burner... but not anymore. I’m less likely to take anything for granted too (truer words have never been spoken).
Things I’ve always known about myself, but sometimes need a bit of reassurance as I gain age, can be found if you read me between the lines. I’m still in love with the idea of love. My hope is eternal. My passion for simplicity nurtures my morals and values. My belief that there is something greater than all human life is highly probable. However, that level of being is not obtainable for those living a fear-based life, often choosing quantity to quality, and all too often claiming simple ignorance as a metaphor, calling hate an excuse – for it is this type of person who is bringing the rest of us down.
More than anything, this outlet we call blogging has been therapeutic. The more I write the more I learn, the more I see who I am and what gifts I bring to the world. There are many people who could benefit from blogging. It would help them work out their demons. However, some of you might want to spend a significant amount of time doing personal writing before going mainstream because reactive, salacious points of view are never a good thing and typically speak to a compromised defective individual who’s not willing to blend in with the masses.
One thousand posts, and I’ve only just begun. It’s a legacy of thought, theory, feeling, action and perception I hope will be respected now and forever. It’s a simple journey by far, but the only one I know. People often say to me, "How can you put it all out there? How can you write about such personal things? Are you afraid of who might read it?"
There are many personal and private matters I would never think about publishing. Yes, I have couth. If you think you know all about me by reading my blog – think again. I’m not an open book. I’m sorry to disappoint you.
However, I think I’m sharing those things that are relatable. There are many people who have walked a mile in my shoes, and when they read my words they don’t feel so isolated. A good example of this is when I found out about my celiac disease. I felt detached because my symptoms were so severe, but searching blog after blog and reading post after post, I was no longer alone, and that helped me get healthy again and to heal – well that, and a friend who was by my side every step of the way.
My goal was never to write, but I do now. It comes mostly from my love affair with Mother Nature and my loathing of people who hate more and love less – They must change. If you read me – thank you. If I’ve inspired you – I thank you even more. What I really hope to do is encourage others to share their love of life by expressing it with the written word, perhaps with photographs or video, or maybe with drawing or painting. The possibilities are endless.
I think the problem with the world today is not that we aren’t expressing ourselves enough, but that we are communicating the wrong way, making poor social networking choices. In other words, reactionary, caustic people shouldn’t be using Twitter or Facebook because they lack the ability to 'mentally' edit. Those who think things through have a better chance of using social networking tools with more responsibility. The latter is not a judgment, but a guideline to living your best life. May we all learn to do just that, agreeing to disagree on things we don’t understand.
Each photo tells a story... My story. – paerki
