Blogging

This is one of my favorite pictures that I took. The rust on the fence reminds me that time is flowing, and sometimes will try and tear us down. Yet the art in the fence is amazing and this photo makes me feel so comfortable. The tree on the right lets me feel like life is vibrant. So on the left is the aging of death, but it doesn't realize how alive we are. And in between these two is a path. This means that it is our choice to decide how we let these things affect us. I know this is cheesy, but it is something that always draws me back to this photo that I took last fall.

There seems to be this need in me to Blog. To share the innermost thoughts of mine with perfect strangers. I think it is because I feel like life was meant to be more theatrical. I was supposed to be on stage with my leading lady, and we were supposed to get the roses thrown to us in the end. Except I don't like to act. I don't even really like that much attention. Yet this desire is still inside me.

Is it because I feel that I'm surrounded by friends who talk to me everyday, but don't take the time to try and figure out who I really am? That could be true. Not that I don't have amazing friends who do care about me...but, I feel alone sometimes. I think that's probably normal though. Perhaps I should call this rambling instead of blogging. I never seem to stay on a topic for long in my head. It's like that art fact that my sister provided me with. Supposedly, the average person spends 6 seconds looking at a picture before they focus on something else. 6 seconds. To think of the hours that artists put into their work, and they only get that much of our attention.

Is that it? Do I want to know that someone is spending time on me? That could be. Yet blogging isn't exactly the cure for that. I doubt I'll even get comments for the first month because no one will be looking for me. I want to try and break into this culture though. A digital culture that I have so far enjoyed from the outside, but have been scared to enter into. The fear of rejection probably. So this was my first blog. Not monumental, not life changing, not bad, not good, not fake, not amazing...but it's me. And isn't that all that truly matters?