i have my own musings today and i cannot put them into logical thought. i am mystified, in truth, by how blogging has become, or what form it tries to achieve. i wonder if, due to the course of the modifications it had been through, blogging has attained a certain stylistic position, or that it has established its own standards and unique form.i do not know what a blog post must be, or how i should start it, scribble it in the middle, and then what statements i must use to end it. i do not know what a blog must be, or if, ultimately, it has achieved an imperative to impose upon me a sense of compulsary stylistic conscience.

my blog, i should say, has evolved from what it once before, and what it was originally forged for- something that will carry my thoughts, store them through time, and preserve them in whatever degree in can into conscious memory. it has been that ever since, and through such inital intent, i was able to, in my own judgment, create a blog so sensible and necessarilly serious. however, it was also due to this purposive intent that some have said that my blog has become too dark, serious, stiff and monocentric.

perhaps, it is of logic that a blog that seeks depth will incline towards such a monocentric view, and so, i have come into thinking that the multipersonal capability ofa blog, which is established by the fact that it is, after all, a fracture of the totality of the world wide web, is killed by the style i have been employing. the senselessness of life is ignored, the gravity of our own uncertainty is magnified into scales one would often shun. my blog has chosen to be sad. and yet, if it is sadness and desolation that reality would convey, then i submit to a lonely blog.

however, it is also my duty to reconstruct my days, my life and my memories into artifacts that not only should i find useful for the coming years, but also as artifacts that will enable me to be inspired and to see the often hidden and obscured joys of everyday.

yes, there is a sad blog, a serious blog that sucks you into the depth it tries to ponder on. i assure you that the truth is a boundless space, where emotions are merely illusions. but in this life, of truth or lies, whatever we choose, and even in a stupid, petty blog, joy is an invention.

our responsibility, thus, is to put in mind that if joy is our creation, it is also a skill that can be mindlessly manipulated by ourselves.