I always wondered the same thing about a livejournal. What's the point? Am I crying out for attention when writing in it? Is it important to keep it for my health? What kind of person keeps a journal on the internet, anyway? Angst-ridden teens. Emo music fans. Wannabe poets. That's what I thought.
But since beginning this journal, I have realized that it is a platform from which I can speak. It is a constant examination of my fleeting emotions. Through keeping this journal, I've begun to better assess how people and events affect my moods. I'm interested in the idiosyncrasies I exhibit and through my journal, I can see them.
I think that, in order to know yourself, you have to know your weaknesses. Your quirks. Your unattractive traits. Even these make you interesting. Even these are important to making up who you are.
Are we alone, always simply walking alongside others, but never really with them? Or are we always connected at every place, never truly alone in our anguish? There is probably no answer, except for the one you make yourself. That's what I've come to see, living with this viewpoint.
From the mouths of babesmordribMarch 28 2004, 10:50:54 UTC
Yes, it has been a good tool for doing so for me, as well, and will continue to be. I used LJ for a sort of conversation, like another message board. With few commenters, and even less that would converse, that point was nullified.
The answer is both, for me. They are the same; intertwined connection leaves spaces in between, and in those spaces of self-revery, we are alone. It is all connected, within ourselves, ourselves with others, humanity with nature, Earth and its solar system, the Milky Way and the universe. One massive realm of connections and links, forged, destroyed, decayed, and reinforced every moment. But where there are links, there are spaces in between, degrees of 'connectedness', partial links, seemingly one-way links. As there must be links, there must not be links; we are always together, and we are always alone.
But since beginning this journal, I have realized that it is a platform from which I can speak. It is a constant examination of my fleeting emotions. Through keeping this journal, I've begun to better assess how people and events affect my moods. I'm interested in the idiosyncrasies I exhibit and through my journal, I can see them.
I think that, in order to know yourself, you have to know your weaknesses. Your quirks. Your unattractive traits. Even these make you interesting. Even these are important to making up who you are.
Are we alone, always simply walking alongside others, but never really with them? Or are we always connected at every place, never truly alone in our anguish? There is probably no answer, except for the one you make yourself. That's what I've come to see, living with this viewpoint.
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The answer is both, for me. They are the same; intertwined connection leaves spaces in between, and in those spaces of self-revery, we are alone. It is all connected, within ourselves, ourselves with others, humanity with nature, Earth and its solar system, the Milky Way and the universe. One massive realm of connections and links, forged, destroyed, decayed, and reinforced every moment. But where there are links, there are spaces in between, degrees of 'connectedness', partial links, seemingly one-way links. As there must be links, there must not be links; we are always together, and we are always alone.
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