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I never thought I would be writing an online blog. I always felt that my thoughts were suppose to be my own... and for the last 3 years I've been keeping a real journal, one filled with my most precious... private thoughts. The fact that anyone can read these things makes one debate over what content should be written. But in a real journal, you wouldn't have to consider anyone's thought on your opinions... because you're writing for yourself. But are online blogs really like your little black books that you stash away in some hidden place in your room? No, they're not, that's why you hide them in the first place. You wouldn't share those private thoughts, hurtful thoughts, subjective thoughts others wouldn't... couldn't possibly understand. But au contraire, some people do share their private lives in their blogs. Perhaps writing something like that takes alot of courage to over come the stigma that follows? Perhaps it's a desperate/lonely cry to make others see what's really inside, or a search for kindred souls? In this case, it is all a longing to find a connection with others, on a higher level that society and social norms would only dwindle with an infant's understanding. But people like that are few in between and most of us give into the infant society. Hence, we think, talk, and bump into each other as infants, not as strong, mature men and women. Blogs propel the infant society in that it is still a slave to that social consciousness; while hidden journals do nothing to bring the human condition into enlightenment... not until the writer is long gone, and the journal surfaces into the hands of younger generations, where the context has lost it's meaning.
In the end, even though you keep a private journal for you to reflect on life, part of you wants someone to find it and read it. It's not so much that you want someone to read, you want someone to care; to care about your existence. It is through the difficulty of searching, we measure ones capacity to care. The more difficult, the harder they will try to find your treasure because the best things in life are always the hardest earned. Perhaps that's why I held off writing a blog for so long. It didn't feel much like a treasure because it is so easy to find or to make one. However what happens if no one will ever find your journal? No one will have ever known you existed, no one will have ever cared. That is why I am writing a blog today, although it will never have the depth of my private journal entries, it will be a legitimate piece of my mind. I want to confirm my existence, though only to an extent.
The point of all this is, we seperate our writings much like how we naturally seperate the way we live our lives. And in my best attempt, this is a metaphor for the meaning of individuality, our place in society, and social paradigms. Individuality is our private journals, place in society is our blogs, and social paradigms are the contents of our blogs. One question remains: Is social acceptance worth it, sacrifing individuality?
In the end, even though you keep a private journal for you to reflect on life, part of you wants someone to find it and read it. It's not so much that you want someone to read, you want someone to care; to care about your existence. It is through the difficulty of searching, we measure ones capacity to care. The more difficult, the harder they will try to find your treasure because the best things in life are always the hardest earned. Perhaps that's why I held off writing a blog for so long. It didn't feel much like a treasure because it is so easy to find or to make one. However what happens if no one will ever find your journal? No one will have ever known you existed, no one will have ever cared. That is why I am writing a blog today, although it will never have the depth of my private journal entries, it will be a legitimate piece of my mind. I want to confirm my existence, though only to an extent.
The point of all this is, we seperate our writings much like how we naturally seperate the way we live our lives. And in my best attempt, this is a metaphor for the meaning of individuality, our place in society, and social paradigms. Individuality is our private journals, place in society is our blogs, and social paradigms are the contents of our blogs. One question remains: Is social acceptance worth it, sacrifing individuality?
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