I began blogging three years ago while I was in my first year.
The purpose was not defined. After a year of blogging, I realize the rationale
of my amateur interest. I write for the purpose. I have something to say. I
have something to say to someone. I have some purpose for saying it. Information
is constantly available—from other people, television, radio, newspapers,
books, the World Wide Web, and many other sources, and why not from my blog?
I like to work with words, using them to reconstruct my
past, foresee blind-alley futures, and bastardize the present.
The journey is tough, tough, and blank most of the time. It
is a difficult path strewn with slippery wet leaves. I write about anything I want and the assigned
topics. These are two opposite instructions for me and the common reaction to
both—a big blank. I don’t have enough past experiences that I’ll put in
black and white. I don’t have the gift to get mesmerized by the mesmeric beauty of
nature and forecast the futile future.
I tried to remain faithful to my past experiences. Whenever
I spark with my past experiences, it drags my hands across the keyboard. And
whenever I think to create something that is nonexistent and rhythmic, it turns
into poetry. And moreover, writing about those and emotions helps me to learn
more about me, whether or not I share with anyone else.
There are always charms and pride in writing. Just as you
take one final look in the mirror to fix whatever isn’t just right before going
out, I take a look at my writing to face readers. And it is finally published to
share with audiences. Reactions from audiences are diverse. They criticize
weaknesses and give positive comments for improvement. A criticism of weakness
without any ideas for fixing it is a negative.
Some readers, who happen to be friends, certainly call me to say how wonderful my articles are. Maybe I provoked and astonished them, though; I
feel my writing is as bland as oatmeal. It is more surprising and proud to see
and grin to read a few of my articles being published in a few national newspapers. And the biggest encouragement is when the page views are never constant
on my blog.
Therefore, writing a blog is a journey maintained through a fine diary
of our thoughts.
