On questions...
Good People of the Internet, allow me to set the scene.
I’m sitting in bed at 9:58 on a Tuesday night. Sonny Rollins’ “Decision” is confidently giving my computer’s speakers a lesson in how to swing. I’m staring at the white space on my virtual notebook page. I’ve experienced this empty canvas countless times before, curiously waiting and watching, to see how it will be filled. On tonight’s agenda, questions. I can’t say that all questions will have answers. Then again, I can’t say any of them will. We’ll just have to see where things go…
1. If I type loud enough, will someone listen? This question has been floating around in my head for a while. I’ve batted at the idea of writing professionally. I don’t know that I have the chops to do it, nor the discipline. The former is easy enough to come by with practice. The latter is a much taller order but I’m working on it. Until I am catapulted out of the realm of the self-published, however, I am but a mere blogger and an occasional one at that. Some folks sit at a workstation spewing out pages of opinions, editorials, articles, how to’s and the like without giving it a second thought. I can’t seem to get two entries out in a month. How can I expect to compete with the type sheer amount of information out there and more importantly, the quality of it?
Of late, I’ve been working overtime to feed my muse. I’ve bathed my ears in fictional short stories, real life tales of triumph and woe, and much more. I have come to the conclusion that there are some folks out there who can seriously wield a pen, or in cases like mine, a keyboard. While the intent is to inspire, these deposits of literary prowess can have the opposite effect and drive me away from my writing desk.
“All anyone can ask of you is that you do your best. After that, it’s not up to you.” My dad offered these words to me in a way that only a loving father can. So good people, that is what I strive to offer every time. If god wants me to pursue a writing career, He’ll equip me for that journey.
There are a few other questions I have worked out yet. Perhaps you may have an answer.
2. Why do people have to lose something to appreciate it value?
3. Why is it so hard to keep a living room clean?
4. Why does time seem to slip away so easily when you want it to stand still yet drag on forever when you need it to fly?
5. Why is Miles Davis the coolest dude ever?
6. Why is love so powerful? It evokes the widest range of actions of any emotion; unbridled bliss to utter loathing. Why do we humans let it matter so much?
7. What’s the deal with sex? Is it more influential than love? Who said it was okay to saturate our society with its images and symbols? It is such a simple, primitive act at it’s most basic yet sex seems to be the most interesting/inflammatory subject in a room full of people.
Man, this feels like an essay test. That’s enough cat-killing curiosity for now. Thanks for reading.
-The truth, because Sesame Street said, “questions are the way to learn about things”
I’m sitting in bed at 9:58 on a Tuesday night. Sonny Rollins’ “Decision” is confidently giving my computer’s speakers a lesson in how to swing. I’m staring at the white space on my virtual notebook page. I’ve experienced this empty canvas countless times before, curiously waiting and watching, to see how it will be filled. On tonight’s agenda, questions. I can’t say that all questions will have answers. Then again, I can’t say any of them will. We’ll just have to see where things go…
1. If I type loud enough, will someone listen? This question has been floating around in my head for a while. I’ve batted at the idea of writing professionally. I don’t know that I have the chops to do it, nor the discipline. The former is easy enough to come by with practice. The latter is a much taller order but I’m working on it. Until I am catapulted out of the realm of the self-published, however, I am but a mere blogger and an occasional one at that. Some folks sit at a workstation spewing out pages of opinions, editorials, articles, how to’s and the like without giving it a second thought. I can’t seem to get two entries out in a month. How can I expect to compete with the type sheer amount of information out there and more importantly, the quality of it?
Of late, I’ve been working overtime to feed my muse. I’ve bathed my ears in fictional short stories, real life tales of triumph and woe, and much more. I have come to the conclusion that there are some folks out there who can seriously wield a pen, or in cases like mine, a keyboard. While the intent is to inspire, these deposits of literary prowess can have the opposite effect and drive me away from my writing desk.
“All anyone can ask of you is that you do your best. After that, it’s not up to you.” My dad offered these words to me in a way that only a loving father can. So good people, that is what I strive to offer every time. If god wants me to pursue a writing career, He’ll equip me for that journey.
There are a few other questions I have worked out yet. Perhaps you may have an answer.
2. Why do people have to lose something to appreciate it value?
3. Why is it so hard to keep a living room clean?
4. Why does time seem to slip away so easily when you want it to stand still yet drag on forever when you need it to fly?
5. Why is Miles Davis the coolest dude ever?
6. Why is love so powerful? It evokes the widest range of actions of any emotion; unbridled bliss to utter loathing. Why do we humans let it matter so much?
7. What’s the deal with sex? Is it more influential than love? Who said it was okay to saturate our society with its images and symbols? It is such a simple, primitive act at it’s most basic yet sex seems to be the most interesting/inflammatory subject in a room full of people.
Man, this feels like an essay test. That’s enough cat-killing curiosity for now. Thanks for reading.
-The truth, because Sesame Street said, “questions are the way to learn about things”
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