When I was 21 years of age, I used to be a prolific blogger. I used to write all of the time, almost doing a post every day, about a different topic. For a while I had a theme for each day of week, later things kind of fell into reruns, with less frequent posts. Eventually, blog posts and essays became an occasional part of the blog – not something I wrote on every day.
When I was 21, I felt I had unique experiences and unique views that ought to be expressed. Indeed, many of them have been expressed on this blog. But now that I am 30, I am more interested in what other folks have to say, and sharing what they share. Sometimes it better to listen, and if somebody hits something right on the nose, to share their content, rather then right my own. Not all works have to be creative – and indeed, many know better then I know.
Many life stories I haven’t chosen to share. Sometimes, I am just not willing to share my mistakes, lest play up the embarrassment of the story. Other times, I can’t share on promise to others to keep what I know in the back of head, and not public knowledge. And in many cases, I plain lack the words to write them down.
