Part of Something Bigger

It often feels like I’ve written more than most, I’ve been around longer than most, and yet I’ve never really sought attention, or garnered any fame. I guess much of the reason for my relative obscurity is because I jumped platforms like a hot potato – from WordPress, to LiveJournal, Yahoo 360, Blogger, Posterous, Tumblr, Vox, Ghost, Posthaven, Medium. You name it, I wrote there.

I’ve been a nightmare to follow.

Perhaps “rolling stone” is a good term, and tremendously romantic from a literary point of view. It brackets me with the Kerouacs and Ginsbergs of this world – free spirits forging their own path through life. The only problem is that I’m not a free spirit. My life is surrounded with requirements, pressures, expectations, obligations, and stress – which are probably responsible for my deplorable blogging record (either that, or laziness).

In the recent past when life became hectic, I thought the social networks and micro-blogs would be a good alternative. I was wrong. There is a shallow element to micro-blogging – your thoughts and experiences are too often passed over with a single click of a “like” button. Where your circle of “followers” may approach the hundreds or thousands, in reality you know nobody, and have little real opportunity to foster relationships.

I realised it was time to change my use of the social internet when a single photo of my face garnered an order of magniture more attention than a thousand word think-piece that I poured my heart and soul into.

I considered walking away entirely.

Something stops me from doing so. I’m not entirely sure what it is, but I am more than willing to speculate on a willingness to tilt at windmills. Over the last couple of years I have read occasional proclamations that “blogging is over” – and while I beg to differ, I know I’m probably wrong.

The words we record are a shared record of our thoughts, experiences, and ideas. They are measured, crafted and curated – put together with care. That we have found each others words at all across the vast stretches of the internet proves that we are a part of something bigger than ourselves – and that the world doesn’t have to be quite so empty.

I like that.

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