Birth of A Blog

January 29, 2007

It’s funny, isn’t it, how even the least of us would like to believe that our lives matter — that, somehow, the infinitesimal amount of space we occupy during our brief stay in the world, makes even the smallest impact. Yet, for how many of us is that actually true?

What kind of mark will I have left behind once I’m gone? My life seems so… small. When I got the idea to start this blog, I thought it would be cathartic, a way to purge myself of all the things zig-zagging around, wily-nilly, inside my head. But, the truth is, I suddenly feel as though I have nothing of any use to say. Perhaps I’m just scared to begin; it’s been so long since I’ve had anyone who would listen.

Which makes me wonder: Where do thoughts go when there is no one with whom to share them? Is there some sort of neurological failsafe in place, so as to prevent overcrowding in the minds of those of us who spend most of our lives alone? Maybe thoughts simply cease to exist if they’ve gone unspoken long enough. How sad, to think of all the brilliance that might simply dry up and wither away, crumbling into ash, merely because it was formed in someone who hasn’t the opportunity to release it.

Hmm…I probably shouldn’t have written my first post while fueled by red wine and a staggering state of self-pity. A proper introduction tomorrow, when the ennui-buzz has worn off.