Shattered Sun

Via the wonderful internet age, you can literally watch people’s lives pass by. It’s an odd bit of voyerism. The feeling is never so severe as when you visit someone’s site that you don’t normally head to. It’s like looking through memories and seeing what they really thought about life. What you choose to write about on your site is usually a sign of what’s important to you. Some people blog superficially. You can tell those people because their sites rarely touch the psyche of the writer. It’s like they blog just to say they blog. What’s the point in that? It’s like smoking or drinking to be cool. No one really thinks those people are cool except the silly person who’s doing it.

Sorry, went off on a slight tangent there. Anyway, I was looking for photos and got to thinking about people’s sites that I rarely visit anymore because frankly, I’ve gotten out of the whole blog thing. And you know what? I miss it. I miss the relationships that developed while writing on this site. There just wasn’t the time for a while there. Okay, that’s not really true either. I didn’t make the time. I was tired of writing and I felt that I didn’t really have anything good to say. I can’t blog for the sake of blogging. I know that you’ve seen others who have stopped their sites for that exact reason. I almost did but didn’t. I can’t really explain why I couldn’t cut the strings.

To be honest, I really enjoy my site. Sometimes it gets the best of me and I feel lost in it. Like there’s so much that I’d like to do and not enough time to do. I know, I know. That’s a common complaint that I have. But it’s true. And my whole life is like that. And you know what I do in response? I just shut that part off. Ignore it and hope it goes away. But it doesn’t, does it? And life passes by and I write nothing and people wonder and then… I just pop back up with no good excuses or reasons to my temporary insanity.

I love life. Sometimes too much. I’m getting better though. At least, I think I am. Sorta. Okay, I’m not really getting better but I’m coming to terms with the way I am. It’s 11:30 now and I think I’ll go to bed. The terrors finally have school tomorrow after four snow days.

Keep reading folks, the best is yet to come.

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