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Thursday, November 11, 2010

I Am An Artist

I want to be an artist.

Never mind I have no idea what that means, how it looks or where to start.

Writers are artists.

Since I read a lot, I should be able to write, right?

There are a lot of blogs out there that fill a lot of niches. Some have beautiful photography, some give travel tips, some the writing is so deep and feeling it can make you cry, others make you think, others make you think - why am I reading this? Some make money. Wouldn't that be something!

Bear with me while I find my niche.

Sometimes it seems like I have so much to say, so much knowledge to pass on. Other times I know I don't and no one will be interested.  I certainly have no formal writing education, no degree in writing. How can I do something and do it well without a degree?

And maybe I need to write to prove I am still useful. To prove to myself and to others I have some purpose. Because right now since I am not working, earning and spending what good am I in this capitalistic society? Or if I am not taking care of someone or standing up for some cause, what good am I?

If I write this blog it won't really matter if it is good or bad, exciting or boring, or even if no one reads it. (as long as I don't know no one is reading it.) At least I have the illusion of a purpose.

I am not saying I really believe that I am useless. I don't really think I am here without a purpose.I really believe every person, every human being is important and unique. Even if we never accomplish or do anything except be.

It was just a lingering thought and I needed something, some idea, to write about.

Bottom line, I want to write, so I am going to write. Whether it is good or bad or even if it is understandable has nothing to do with it.

I need the practice.

1 comment:

  1. That last paragraph sums you up to a "T"! BTW, did you notice the time you posted it?
    -CMoore

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