Thoughts to remember?
So, it's been obvious that my updates here have been, well, well-spaced. Chalk it up to laziness, or perhaps the fact that, being a personal blog, it is an accurate reflection of its writer. Either way, not much going on equals not much in blogging fun here.
I did go back over this little space of mine, a few weeks back, to see what I had been cataloguing. Cringe-worthy on several...maybe most...occasions. I guess it goes with the territory, no? Or maybe, my territory.
While I share a lot with certain people, it tends to be the more negative aspects of my life. Mainly because I want to get them off my chest - you know, speak about them, and soon you rid yourself of them. And I think this space became an extension of that. I write here most often when I am upset or annoyed or angry. Not really when I am excited, inspired, entralled. (well, on the random occasion when I see a good concert.)
Problem is, when you go back, what do you have to remember? The stuff you'd rather forget? And the stuff you'd wish to relive? Probably only a faded memory, without enough substance to really return to you with clarity.
Shame, really. To let so much good disappear, only to keep so much bad. Maybe I can change that a bit...we'll see. I do find myself able to write much more in a state of lamentation. But, maybe it's a worthy goal, to document things that might, potentially, be worth reliving.
That is, of course, if on-line journals don't crash and burn. Then, well, it's all just ashes and dust.
"It's all a state of mind...so mind what state your in."
I did go back over this little space of mine, a few weeks back, to see what I had been cataloguing. Cringe-worthy on several...maybe most...occasions. I guess it goes with the territory, no? Or maybe, my territory.
While I share a lot with certain people, it tends to be the more negative aspects of my life. Mainly because I want to get them off my chest - you know, speak about them, and soon you rid yourself of them. And I think this space became an extension of that. I write here most often when I am upset or annoyed or angry. Not really when I am excited, inspired, entralled. (well, on the random occasion when I see a good concert.)
Problem is, when you go back, what do you have to remember? The stuff you'd rather forget? And the stuff you'd wish to relive? Probably only a faded memory, without enough substance to really return to you with clarity.
Shame, really. To let so much good disappear, only to keep so much bad. Maybe I can change that a bit...we'll see. I do find myself able to write much more in a state of lamentation. But, maybe it's a worthy goal, to document things that might, potentially, be worth reliving.
That is, of course, if on-line journals don't crash and burn. Then, well, it's all just ashes and dust.
"It's all a state of mind...so mind what state your in."