Monday, January 03, 2005
A piece of me
I think I write in this blog every once in a while because I feel like with every word about myself that I write here, I get closer to understanding what whirls around in my brain. How my heart and mind walk differently, the former paces ahead of the other. If I don't write about my life no one will write about it. I am but a selfish girl who is afraid of losing herself as she goes through the ordered mess of her daily life. Columns have been written about the philandering, wasteful ways of the rich and famous; novels dedicated to unravelling the crafts of great minds and thinkers; inches reserved for the rest with something special to share. What if I have nothing special to talk about let alone share? Do I try to make the ordinary extraordinary? Or is it better to leave the ordinary and mundane as it is - mundane and ordinary - not worth celebrating and certainly not aching to be written about.Which is probably why this blog exists at all.
lux at 11:40 pm