Here’s a video, take a look. Enter please. Please win. Write from your heart. (If, like me it’s not about the winning but the participation, you’ll have already won 🙂 Tell me, tell the world what matters. If it’s political, humanistic or as cosmetic as the wrapping paper on a Curly Wurly®, I hope that I read it and am influenced by your perception. I further dare to hope that you will make me laugh.
This makes me worry for what follows. I’m told that I am funny, I take it as a real compliment. I’d love to be a stand up comedian, life is funny. I am quite sure that I’ve not used the following material in at all an amusing manner. Oh well, laugh at me if not with me that is equally good 🙂
The chance to communicate truly freely, freedom – of the internet – so many tangents: like a child in a sweet shop not knowing in which direction to turn. There is so much out there on the web, it has taken me days to write this. I start and a whoosh and a ping cross my broadside (imagining that I am a pirate aboard a large wooden ship of five centuries past: allow me my benign indulgences as I welcome yours).
I have an email, it takes my interest. I follow its’ course and look at one thing. Just one. I question myself as I spend a seemingly ridiculous amount of time arranging my emails with smart mail boxes taking things into their appropriately categorised homes. Filtering junk, unsubscribing from crap that I am pretty certain I never subscribed to in the first place. I decide this to be worthwhile housekeeping.
At this moment of writing I have 44 unopened emails. That’s really not bad, not a great amount in this era of electronic communication. Yet they are seldom spam. They are mostly of interest.
Open one. “Go on I dare you,” it says to me as my mouse cursor glides over them hoping to put some in the trash. The feeling of time slipping away from me still pursues that inner guilt weakness as I do something that I enjoy.
Inevitably I succumb and open one, ‘just one.’ That one is enough and it whisks me off on a magical carpet ride of many clouds to visit.
There is a recurring theme within this post to most of my other posts. I do not have a problem with that. This does not mean that I am obsessed, with anything. There is a link within everything. A substructure, an undeniable, irremovable, element of each ‘thing.’ That is us.
We make all as it is, for it is how we see ‘it’, how we explain ‘it’, aloud or within. How we perceive and project. You, I, we, us: No matter what ‘it’ may be, if we say it often enough, read it, hear it, see it advertised, even badly. That thing becomes an integral part of our worlds. And I open, one mail, click on the link to read more than the introduction, get taken to another that inspired the first, shown a video, a piece of art, a photograph that takes its’ turn to take me to others. Other photo’s, other places, other people, others lives. Here and there amongst it all I am at The Big Blog Exchange. (If you have watched the video you will understand).
So many blogs, so many votes, so many directions all roads leading to .…, the destination may be less important than the journey. My destiny it seems may be to appreciate life’s circles that I am swirling around? I ‘kind of’ remember a quote: something to do with not playing any practical part in life yet at the same time experiencing everything. ‘Kind of’, I think that I knew where it came from but an hour has passed with my searching for it.
Why is it that we rely on others words to support our own, in this case to replace my own attempt, when it is words that we all use in every day communication that send me to writing blogs and the like?
Is it not my attempt to communicate in a better way? Better? More effectively? More? To further what I feel that we (yes a change of person from the first to the infinite number) have inside of us. For ourselves, for or with others?
A balance of most things is but a moment in the constant movement that enables life.
I quite often hear somebody state that they are not doing something for others, that they are doing it for themselves. An example that comes to mind is a woman dressing up to go out and changing her outfit several times, spending a relative amount of time checking the mirror image. She states that she is dressing for herself; not for anybody else to look at.
I appreciate that writing something down is a great method of working something out, be it a plan to build a new world or a fine tuning of expressing ones feelings. Whatever, it works for many and is ‘doing it for one’s self.’ I fully agree that in doing something we should do it for the love of doing it. Not as an end to a means. Then, to a greater degree, we would do, whatever we do, for ourselves. Yet the majority of people, sadly, have jobs that they do not love. A large number of people don’t even love the wage that it earns them. (If that is the end to the means or the means to other ends.) So how realistic doing whatever you do with love is, is questionable.
Yet, like the woman dressing for herself, would she feel good for herself if nobody else thought that she looked good? Perhaps not even a word of compliment is needed, yet the ‘feeling’ that she feels good, looks good: surely this is affected by her perception of others perception of her? If you feel this going round in circles, good.
Acknowledging that we all need time away, ‘me’ time and that some are naturally less social at heart than others. No matter how introverted, reclusive, or solitary a person may be we are as we are because of our various (and complex) interactions with others through life. We are all more alike than we are different. Anybody disagreeing will surely accept the point that (most of us) have two arms, two legs, one head and all the associated tissues that make us human.
As a species so challenged with opportunity here I am, overwhelmed with one. The web itself is a tool, a tissue of our complex beings that offers us the vast integumentary system that binds us human. This Big Blog Exchange. Networking that really works. Our common interest in each other.
Freedom of communication, saying what we ‘feel’ and others having the chance to take time to hear it. (It’s amazing how language develops. English has become the accepted language of media. Films, literature, art. Love in a language shared and ever developing.) Grammatically, of course we cannot write and have our message ‘heard’. We cannot text, “speak soon”and be correct. Can we? Language is ours, expression and accepted manner of such is ours too. So, I say, yes we can.
I spend so many hours reading so many of others ideas. So much written in a non first language by many that I begin to feel a fraud with English as my mother tongue. I still haven’t managed to vote, always today and today (in many ways thankfully) becomes tomorrow.
This (a comment that I left elsewhere) has become part of my post today which will be the one that I try to link in whatever way to this exchange. Fingers crossed as I click on links and read and return, to a new place. Yes, that is possible.
Dizzy with appreciation of sharing I am happily immersed. Off I go to vote for us all.
For those of you wishing to vote for me -ALL of you 🙂
Click the big pink VOTE button.. It’s not about winning, really. Yet some recognition that my effort is worthwhile? That what I care about matters to others too? That my attempt to communicate is understood?
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