Well, I've fallen off the map again. I was doing okay for a while, but my weekly posts have been getting farther and farther apart. Twenty days is a very long week, wouldn't you say? I won't bother to ask my readers for forgiveness, as it is completely undeserved. I've not had anything in particular on my mind as of late, but if I had wanted to I could have sat down and pounded out a few words. Like I've mentioned before, to write on a regular schedule, even the casual stream-of-consciousness stuff I do here, takes discipline. And although I'm generally a hard worker, I'm still have fits of laziness.
And then there's also the problem of boredom. When I started this blog I thought I had lots of ideas I would want to share. But what I've realized is that I tend to think about the same few subjects over and over again. What seems in my mind to be a hundred different ideas turns out to be, on closer inspection, just the same four or five ideas reframed or reworded over and over again. That's one of the things that drives me crazy about other people's blogs. I always grow bored with them because they start sounding like a broken record after a couple of months. And now here I am doing the same thing. And I'm kind of bored with my own blog...how sad.
But I don't think I'm the only one who gets bored with himself sometimes. I guess that's just human nature. Almost all of my friends that blog have started and abandoned blogs, some of them multiple times. Not that I'm planning to abandon this blog - not anytime soon at least. I just need a bit of fresh material. Perhaps I should do some research on the mating habits of crickets, or write a story about space aliens or something.
Or perhaps I just need to accept that a certain amount of boredom is just part of life. Yes, we think and say and do the same things over and over again, but that's okay. I don't know. I have gotten many compliments from friends who have said they've enjoyed my posts, so maybe I should just keep writing what I think about and not worry about redundancy.
Or maybe I'm over analyzing my blog. I think I am. I'll stop now. Thank you for reading. More and better posts coming soon. Actually, I can't really guarantee that 'better' part...
Friday, August 5, 2011
In a book I read recently, the author suggested that all the things we have in life are just props. It immediately struck me as a wise way of viewing the world. I pictured a large stage with many different scenes depicting a variety of circumstances. Wouldn’t it be foolish if the actors were to look around at the costumes and set pieces and assume they told them something about their true identity? How foolish we would think them if they felt the desire to either gloat or feel ashamed over what they saw around them. “They’re just props!” we would tell them. “They don’t convey who you are!”
Here’s the truth of the matter: whatever the props around us may be, who we really are will be revealed when we step off the stage and into eternity.