Words
Words are a powerful tool, and they've been used throughout the ages. They've won wars, they've allowed communication between lovers, and above all else they're a way of human expression. For what are humans, other than animals with the deepest and most simple need to express.
And so, here are my words. Hopefully there will be many of them. Some will be funny, some poignant, some thought provoking, but always, always expressive.
What has spurned my need to start an online journal? Several years ago when blogs first came on the scene, I thought that e-diaries were such a strange phenomenon. Weren't the very point of diaries that they were secret? Yet, I too began a blog. I didn't try very hard, I didn't write very well but it certainly was an avenue of connection between myself and several friends I had moved away from. Then facebook came on the scene, and social networking took a new direction. The words were lost.
Recently a friend of mine died. We had lost touch over the years, but I certainly thought of her with fondness, because once we were very close. Though the actual friendship may be fleeting, the shadow of one may have a lasting impact. I know hers will. You see, this friend also had an online journal through which she chronicled the disease of CF (Cystic Fibrosis), the very disease which sadly took her life. But it was through this journal that her final expressions, her final thoughts, her final words and her final loves were communicated. And now, there on my computer screen is a rich legacy of the friend I never got back in touch with.
This got me thinking. The more I read through her journal to reflect on the girl I knew, and the parts of her I didn't, I began to realize the appeal of an e-diary. An audience. For what is a writer without a reader? Maybe the difference between a diary and an e-diary is that you communicate your inner most thoughts to an external source, a living breathing pulse.
So to you, my reader, I give you my words. It doesn't matter if you are a stranger, someone I know, someone I knew; I now know that somewhere out there is a reader, reading my words. So Thank you. This first entry is for you.
And so, here are my words. Hopefully there will be many of them. Some will be funny, some poignant, some thought provoking, but always, always expressive.
What has spurned my need to start an online journal? Several years ago when blogs first came on the scene, I thought that e-diaries were such a strange phenomenon. Weren't the very point of diaries that they were secret? Yet, I too began a blog. I didn't try very hard, I didn't write very well but it certainly was an avenue of connection between myself and several friends I had moved away from. Then facebook came on the scene, and social networking took a new direction. The words were lost.
Recently a friend of mine died. We had lost touch over the years, but I certainly thought of her with fondness, because once we were very close. Though the actual friendship may be fleeting, the shadow of one may have a lasting impact. I know hers will. You see, this friend also had an online journal through which she chronicled the disease of CF (Cystic Fibrosis), the very disease which sadly took her life. But it was through this journal that her final expressions, her final thoughts, her final words and her final loves were communicated. And now, there on my computer screen is a rich legacy of the friend I never got back in touch with.
This got me thinking. The more I read through her journal to reflect on the girl I knew, and the parts of her I didn't, I began to realize the appeal of an e-diary. An audience. For what is a writer without a reader? Maybe the difference between a diary and an e-diary is that you communicate your inner most thoughts to an external source, a living breathing pulse.
So to you, my reader, I give you my words. It doesn't matter if you are a stranger, someone I know, someone I knew; I now know that somewhere out there is a reader, reading my words. So Thank you. This first entry is for you.