To Begin

To consider life is too broad. To consider words is too overwhelming. To consider the relationship between life and words may cause cerebral hemorrhaging. And yet...

I am not a student anymore, and I thought, often, that once I wasn't a student, I would read so much more. This is not the case. Life caught up with me and I forgot about books, about other peoples and my own. I neglected journaling and I certainly avoided the concept of putting that journaling out to the world. But, in an effort to shirk my Luddite tendencies, I suppose I can face this fear. With a great deal of trepidation, but facing it, no less.

I think, though, or rather, it is making me think about the ease that comes with using social media, a Facebook post here, a Tweet there. Things that the world can see if they Google my name (why would they Google my name? I don't know). But this, with anonymity intact as much as I choose, is somehow harder.
Perhaps it is simply that we are social creatures, but being social creatures does not mean that we share our hearts with society. In truth, a protester and I probably get much closer with a sign than I do when I get coffee with a friend.

But such is the power of the written word.