Well, here I am again. I couldn't help it, something about posting my thoughts here yesterday on the Internet for everyone to see was so freeing. I figure no one has actually read my blog yet, I certainly haven't had time to tell anyone about it, but there it is, sitting there for someone, someday to read.
Isn't that just a basic human need, to be heard? I think that is why writing draws so many in. Whether you are a published writer, write a blog, write emails or letters, or just write your private thoughts down in your diary or journal, there's power in thoughts turned into words on paper.
It's also a bit scary. What if someone thinks what you wrote is bunk and zaps a critical response? What if someone gets ahold of your private journal and reads it? You know, someday someone will, even if you've been dead 100 years. Finding journals of ancestors is a major historical find, something full of treasures. But did that person ever think, "Well, someday one of my descendants is going to find this and read it." No, or they would not of put some of the stuff in that they did! But those most private and human thoughts are true treasures, leaping through time as if it were mere wind and connecting us all through shared human experience. It is my sincere belief that we are all more the same than different, whether we are 21st century newbies or the people of ancient Rome. Cultures may change, but human needs, dreams, talents, skills, sins and weaknesses still prevail.
So here I am, putting my thoughts out in cyberspace, along with millions of others. What will our descendants, 100 years from now, think of all of us?
Angelia
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