My friend AG called me today and asked for some food recipes. I told him that I had taken a hold of my life and started to work out and stuff. Don’t you read my blog, I asked him. He replied: Blogs, why do you all have blogs? What is it that you feel you have to tell? What do you all have to share? 

He, or the questions he asked, has, or have, a point, or points.

I have no idea what I want to share, if I want to share anything at all. I don’t think it’s about sharing at all since it does not feel like sharing. I do not know who reads this, if anyone reads this, and I don’t know when, and I feel that knowledge of time is important here, so sharing is out of the question. And I really don’t have anything to tell, just give my point of view on things. Not that interesting really.

It’s kind of sad but I think bogging gives me a kind of purpose. Not my only purpose but one of them which keeps me going. Why? I think it’s because it’s, not fun but rather, satisfying. I myself can infer something on the world that makes me count, If only for myself but hey, at least that’s counting for one. And really how is this in any way different than any of the other numerous ways and things that people do to give them self-worth in the eyes of others or them selves? Who is to say that this is a lesser way?

Get happy in the ways that you can.

I’ll keep on doing it.