There is a point of contention between some bloggers about purity of method when it comes to blogging. Do you hope to connect only with those that “love” your work and through those connections do you hope to build an audience only of like minded people? Or are you like some bloggers (me) that would rather see their work in front of a million faces and hope that a percentage of connections comes from it?
They will always have something to say. They will try to compare and contrast your actions to their own lines of thought. Similarities between lives become instant points of contention because we as humans take different things to heart from each situation. One person focuses in on the pain, another praises the presence of God, and still the third mumbles that at least the devil wasn’t involved this time. Separate points of view focused on the same scene, we all reach for the white elephant and feel different portions in the night.
Do we live a single life only to try and impress our lessons upon another? Is each step walked in hope that an opportunity will present itself to give a lesson instead of merely living our lives? I see doctors and professors in every direction, desperately they seek a student to teach each day. We scream at the wind without concern of sound because our action is just that… an action. There is no will for reception from them.
They seep from above and seek one last breath. Their fingers of desire are shattered by the closing of reality’s lid. And screaming they fall into despair, the eternal knowledge of dreams that melt.-OM
I meet my fears daily. They stand upon the deck with me, I feel their hands upon my shoulder. Their added weight does not comfort me, it in fact causes me to lean slightly to the left and may cause future harm to my knees. I think I will ask my doctor about that.
The coming sun does not portray a singular shadow upon my unswept deck. Instead I see a crowd behind me. I turn my head, there is no one there. Their voices are clear in the morning air, we pause in debate and watch a duck fly by looking for the lake a block over. It captures our attention for a moment and we forget our prescribed parts in this play. Reality quickly fixes this momentary lapse in attention.
I look down and see their eyes upon me. My eyes. A new day begins.