How I Got Here
I started blogging around three years ago, but had to stop because I was getting addicted to updating my page everyday. I liked the control it gave me over what I said and I enjoyed the attention I got from my fellow bloggers. I guess most bloggers are in it for the apparent fame and acceptance that comes with blogging. At a certain level, we’re all vain. Internet served a medium to get to as many people as I could dream of. And once you’ve established yourself in the blogosphere, you’re the only one stopping yourself. I loved the power the written word gave me, not that I always used it wisely, I did have my moments of weakness where I said things for personal reasons, but this time round, its different.
I’ve decided to go back to blogging because I wanted to express myself. For me, the smallest of things can trigger long moments of silent contemplation, and now that I have a lot of time on hand, this tendency seems to be on an all time high. I am aware of the fact that not many people look at the world like I do… that has been apparent for a while now. Also, there is no other human being, besides yourself, who can understand or accept you entirely the way you are. No friend, no boyfriend, no girlfriend and no parents. Its almost like each individual only understands a certain part of you… Quiet like high school. You’re being made to study all these different subjects, but you don’t necessarily understand or care about most? That’s how most of us are. We don’t understand most things about most people. But there are certain trends we begin to recognize with experience. Religion and how it impacts and influences the world, world politics and how countries are perceived not on the basis of what the citizens think, but what the ruling Government decides, cultures and how most people around the world are very similar in the set of basic emotions they experience and yet, made out to be so dramatically different under the garb of external forces like religion, practice and beliefs.
Most things around us are simple. Almost everything we do or see, has a very basic motive it can be broken down to. But somewhere, while we were busy getting caught up in the rhetoric of things, we lost touch with the simplicity of life. We complicate things because we like pushing ourselves to see how far we can go with living in shades of grey. We like to believe that things are out of reach because life is so complicated. We draw comfort from the fact that we haven’t achieved all those things that we set out to because, well, life kept screwing it up for us. But deep down we know most problems are temporary, we know ALL circumstances change no matter how miserable it feels at the time. And we know that we can get away by fooling the world about it because, well, most people don’t understand most things about most people anyway.
