It has been a while since the last time I have posted an article online. I never even thought I would find myself back in front of my computer desk stipulating a topic to talk about for an entry. A boring afternoon and a hyperactive person may not appear to be a good combination, however, in my case, such formula adds up to a mumbo-jumbo of ideas that cant simply be put stored in a human brain. Due to the need of something to rest out this uncertainties, I decided to go back to where I once travelled by- the road of blogging.
The Internet has grown to be a library of infinite ideas. Articles, both made by amateurs and professionals, has scattered all over the net waiting for someone bored enough to "google" them up. This entries range from nose-bleeding academic papers to cheezy love stories. They come in different forms, layouts, lengths, and levels of language mastery. In the middle of this piled up ideas, resides this entry i am currently making and others that I would likely produce in the future. Many who tried to make their 1st entries (like me) end up giving up after the next couple of posts, that being optimistic already. What assurance can I give to myself that this will not simply go to waste? Will everything I plan to make will end up in the same garbage bin those that gave up went to? Or will I even get the hold of the idea of "giving up" even if its clear, as water, that what I have made are equally useless as theirs?
The wrong idea gives birth to the wrong goals. The problem of people is their craving for public applause. Failure at the minimal level presented above is due to the fact that people write simply to gain popularity. They wanted people to think they are so brilliant to even think of a weird idea or so great that they captulated in such wonderful words a puny topic. I am quiet the contrary. I went back to blogging not to get appraised. I have much of my self-esteem intact that the need for such appraisal is not anymore something I would likely act for. I am here to tell my story. I want people to hear me but I care not what their reactions maybe. My cause may give a level of appraisal, but it should be pointed out that I am here not for such to happen. One can never remove such a happening, but one must put a higher priority to getting heard and rendering our ideas existent for the mass.
Expect me to write for everyone. I am attoned in making people see what errors they may have done or what injustice the world has rendered to them. I write to take refuge from the anxiety of not allowing people to understand what I have thought of the world and those happening in it.
Welcome to those who dare to read my twisted mind.
Welcome back to me.
The Internet has grown to be a library of infinite ideas. Articles, both made by amateurs and professionals, has scattered all over the net waiting for someone bored enough to "google" them up. This entries range from nose-bleeding academic papers to cheezy love stories. They come in different forms, layouts, lengths, and levels of language mastery. In the middle of this piled up ideas, resides this entry i am currently making and others that I would likely produce in the future. Many who tried to make their 1st entries (like me) end up giving up after the next couple of posts, that being optimistic already. What assurance can I give to myself that this will not simply go to waste? Will everything I plan to make will end up in the same garbage bin those that gave up went to? Or will I even get the hold of the idea of "giving up" even if its clear, as water, that what I have made are equally useless as theirs?
The wrong idea gives birth to the wrong goals. The problem of people is their craving for public applause. Failure at the minimal level presented above is due to the fact that people write simply to gain popularity. They wanted people to think they are so brilliant to even think of a weird idea or so great that they captulated in such wonderful words a puny topic. I am quiet the contrary. I went back to blogging not to get appraised. I have much of my self-esteem intact that the need for such appraisal is not anymore something I would likely act for. I am here to tell my story. I want people to hear me but I care not what their reactions maybe. My cause may give a level of appraisal, but it should be pointed out that I am here not for such to happen. One can never remove such a happening, but one must put a higher priority to getting heard and rendering our ideas existent for the mass.
Expect me to write for everyone. I am attoned in making people see what errors they may have done or what injustice the world has rendered to them. I write to take refuge from the anxiety of not allowing people to understand what I have thought of the world and those happening in it.
Welcome to those who dare to read my twisted mind.
Welcome back to me.
2 comments:
hahahaha nice one! ur back!
goodluck men!
wow! thought you don't want a multiply account. =)
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