Unenlightened

May I presume to believe that you assumed the most engaging topic of this enthralling day would be Love?

If you did, you needn’t buy a lottery ticket, trust me.

Indeed, what would I have to say about Love? I am utterly confident I know too little about it. Yet, at the same time, I feel quite satisfied to remain ignorant and unenlightened about other, perchance higher, levels of unrequited emotion. Thank you very much.

Therefore, without further a due, I shall proceed with the less engaging, less frustrating and less interesting subject of– Oh, why bother? I might as well try to pretend that I have something meaningful to say.

What would that be, you may wonder...

What could I possibly say that has not been repeated thousands of times by singers and poets, and actors, and each and every other person who ever lived and loved, and lost? Are there any words left that are potent and boundless enough to capture the true essence of Love? Haven’t they all passed into oblivion through the whispers of lovers on a gentle, quiet night? Lost, precious, timeless words you and I will never hear.

What can I say about Love? Only what I truly know, only what lives within the depths of my hopeful heart. And those words are not meant to be said. I believe you already know that. I believe you know why.

If you ever find those same words, if you ever feel them in another heart...

I know nothing of Love.

Fully Fledged Member

It would be rather ironic to mention that I’ve been writing about why writing matters to me.

But now that we’ve actually established that, we may proceed to the topic of major significance to my charming persona on a day as lovely as this one – namely, the truth about perspectives. My truth, that is. The truth, perhaps, but from my perspective.

Depending on how long you’ve been an active, fully fledged member of club Life, you may or may not have noticed that people are quite different from one another. Indeed, we are all, in various ways, unique. And this makes life so horrendous and unbearable so often. It is also what makes it, at times, an incredibly invigorating and fun adventure – discovering other people, trying to take a glimpse into their souls.

All the emotions that originate from that attempt to reach another person, even the negative ones, are what makes life worthy of our will to live. Or so I have come to believe...

There is an apparent divide on this issue. It would seem that there are those poor, deluded souls who decline to see this truly wonderful aspect of life. They would have us think that we can never truly understand another person.

Of course, they may be right. I might be the one who errs. I shall not demand blind faith in my words. The choice is yours, as it always has been. (And, hopefully, always shall be.) I will, however, say one word, just one more word, and then let you decide if I’ve stumbled onto another speck of truth...

Love.

Incentive to Persevere

I guess my reason for writing this blog is deeply en-rooted in my admiration for people who always find a way to say what they want, need and decide to say.

This has worked me. I have done it a once or twice in real life. Or maybe just once. Or perhaps I haven’t. Never mind. My point is, we are judged too much by too many people in real life. People have certain expectations, stemming from both personal and societal background, and one cannot at all times state his or her mind.

In this one respect, the Internet does offer something truly better, a wonderful sense of freedom – one of its most alluring qualities, if I may say so. This freedom from judgement might be the logical consequence of no one really giving a damn. Nevertheless, it is there and it is a powerful incentive to persevere.

There is, however, a rather simple issue. Even here, one has to be a brave person to speak of what he or she truly believes in. Precisely like in real life, writing is a medium with a delayed reception and response. But I think (and feel) it is a very exacting one – the writer bares his or her soul for the rest of the world to see, and does this to a great depth. And we all know how often the world is kind and loving, and understanding, and encouraging.

This is the reason why I have always admired writers and imagined what it would be like to stand amongst their proud ranks. To create something... more. To give something good and pure to this wretched little world. Because writing, I believe, has the power to bring hearts together, to heal rifts, to add meaning and light the way forward.

It is, and always shall be, one of my greatest dreams.

Fare Thee Well!

I am sad to announce that this shall be my final post. Today I resign from the noble task of penning down my random thoughts; I leave this blog in my past. And I do that without so much as a second thought.

Well... No, I’m not. (Sorry about that, by the way.) Come on, how could you think even for a moment I’d stop? Why would I? This is such a brilliant ego-boost. Although, when I think about it, I’m not really certain if anyone actually reads this blog. Oh, and if I consider it a bit further, I might reach the (rather logical) conclusion that my ego most definitely does not need a boost.

Perhaps there is another reason for my writing this...

All right, all right. I shan't leave you guessing, worry not.

Here’s why: I have no bloody idea.

As Promised...

This was supposed to be the last ‘serious’ post. The last one to display my (at times illogical) nature by consisting of my opinion, some complex words and sentences and of what I have come to see as slivers and flecks of something true – the occasional flash of comprehension, that moment of clarity when you think you just might make sense of it all.

Now, we all know what the likelihood of my abandoning this heavy, rigid style is, do we not? Precisely. You guessed right...

And having established that this shall, by no means, be my last serious post, I should perhaps, try to mention that the incredibly, hugely, enormously important topic of this resplendent, love-infused day is Science. (at least here in Loony Town)

Science... is, in my not so humble opinion (obviously, or why else would I be sharing it?), the engine that propels our species onwards. And exactly like an engine in a vehicle, it is utterly benign. Until pointed in a direction, of course.

If I may extend this extremely poor metaphor a bit further – and it was terrible; Science is just the engine, and the engine isn't the part that determines the heading. And we all know there have been many horrible drivers throughout the millennia. (I am now utterly frustrated with my poor choice of words here and shall, with embarrassment and resignation, move on.)

You may be a bit surprised by this, but I’ve found it rather hard to be positive about humanity in recent years. Very few endeavours of our species have led to something good...

I have already spoken of the power of Art. I will now say that I hold Science in as high regard. After all, in many ways, the two are quite similar. They both have the promise of greatness hidden within them. Both have been used for good and evil. Both have so much more to offer us. Perhaps infinitely more...

Yet, I was to speak of Science.

We seem to be much more afraid of it than of many other aspects of our world. I wonder why... Admittedly, we do possess technology that can wipe us from this universe many times over. And, yes, we don’t really seem like a very mature species – there are a few divides here and there. But there is little to be scared of, really.

These are all foolish, short-sighted, unimaginative notions. Barriers and boundaries we have conjured up to preserve the bloody status quo... “But knowledge is preferable to ignorance,” Dr. Carl Sagan once said.

I am proud to admit I love these words. I feel them with every fibre of my being. And yet... I wonder about who else sees what I see. 
       However little that may be.