You are fortunate if you can reach out to a pair of sneakers when you know you are good at running and are raring to go. Your sneakers could be your cubbyhole to walk on the muck, to run graciously on the patio or to casually give a jaunt along with a fellow adventurer. They are of use, anyways. But the roads you choose to walk on, says not about the fortunes you make but all about you and the swashbuckler in you.
The sneakers I have adventurously chosen to ride with is this experience called blogging. The roads I enjoy to walk on are instances from my own life, inspirations I derive from the world around me , my dreams and imaginations, my work of ramblings, possibly politically correct or incorrect or just about anything that makes sense to me. As a baby, when I entered the world of blogs, I was lost in wonder to see the bold and positive expressions of talent and imagination in each one of us. Some blogs made me scowl in disgust, I must say. But my take in general on the whole blog world was ‘wow, why didn’t I discover it till now! ’
After about half a year of being a blogger(I started extensive blogging only this April, though I had an account created since last December ), I feel nourished to have groomed the writer in me and to have found people who make me smile sometimes in adoration sometimes in humor sometimes in empathy sometimes at the mere fact of how astonishing it is to experience the freedom to be yourself with what you want to say and to remark on what others have to say about themselves or the world or me. I read other posts and most of the times it happens so that I don’t realize that it has brought a sense of worth or joy to my day until I finish reading it. I blink and go ‘Wow’. Sometimes when I read and unconsciously hit the last line of the post, there is still a smile on my face, shrugging off the fact that I have wasted 5 mins of my life reading it. But the experience was worth the smile, anyways and hones the sense of responsibility in me to continue what I have begun, for the good of my own soul and the people who invest time and energy to read my thoughts.
I blog because I know there are things to be shared between people who think alike and who think differently.
I blog because I believe we all have fascinating stories happening with us, all the time.
I blog to independently express what I feel and face to accept what you have to say, even if we disagree. I call that maturity and am glad I have it.
I blog not to win hearts but to share the intellect that you and I are blessed with.
I blog not to get offensive or obnoxious about the world simply because I have a page of my own and some people to read it but to be transparent and clear yet careful and responsible about the freedom to express.
I blog because this is a fantastic world in its own, making me experience life altogether again.
I blog because I love the writer in me.
I look up at the road ahead with joy in heart and love for the feeling of walking, jogging, trekking, trailing on my own road with this new pair of sneakers I have found. Wow! A long way to go !