I must admit that I have not had much use for blogs. I occasionally read a friend's writings or the musings of some "deep" thinker. But, the average stuff I just ignore.
Yet, here I am grinding out my own thoughts in cyberspace. And, for what purpose? Is it the short version of the great American novel? Or, is it just the sense that our thoughts - no matter how focused or diffused - are important to us.
We want to be taken seriously by others. But, we must first take ourselves seriously on a certain level. I'm not referring to the grimness that comes over some who are overly-serious about every move they make. I refer to the importance - the nobility - of what we do in everyday life. We must not confuse simple with simplicity. What we do may seem simple and trite, but it may have far-reaching implications.
Every important person in my life is there not because they dumped some "great thoughts" into my head (although many did just that). They are there because they had the uncanny ability to be present in my life. Their presence and their memory has stuck with me.
And, I am never the same.
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