The ‘Why do I blog?’ Question
Every once in a while, I find myself writing one of those “Why do I blog?” pieces. Sometimes, there is no particular answer to that question, when I consider the times I have written the silliest stuff and found that someone else can relate to the silliness.
It simply means no life or life story is insignificant, we all have stories to tell and we restrain ourselves from telling those stories because we over-analyse the interest, the import, the humour, the readability or our ability. The simplest stories are sometimes the most impactful to the reader.
Then again, in my 14th year of blogging, I can assure you that blogging is not easy, it is difficult, it can be inconsistent especially if you set goals for blogging and most of the time, there is no inspiration or drive to write anything, for days, for weeks, though rarely ever months.
The way you feel
I have written many times before that blogs are the way you see things, how you are affected and possibly what your opinions are. By the time you’ve written a sentence for each of those points, you already have a blog. The framework or skeleton of a blog is a blog, you don’t have to stress yourself about it.
I did not start blogging to gain popularity, notoriety or recognition, I just blogged because I have an active mind, lots of thoughts, many thoughts crazier than you can ever imagine and out of my love for expression. That I have garnered any readership of my blog is just fortunate and I am grateful for that.
It’s about moments
I am not a professional blogger and my activity on other social media platforms as Twitter, Facebook and Instagram do not substitute for the rich expression in blogging. Blogs are more manageable. I would go as far as to say that you may rarely get the inspiration to blog, do not depend on it as the impetus to write. Blogging grows out of moments and if you live the moment and cherish the moments, you will always have something to write about, your perspective of things.
Life is full of moments and that is what is unique to every individual, each moment is a story mostly untold. In some cases, all I have done is to begin to write or type, the thoughts become the words that become the blog. I wrote this in the waiting room of a clinic this morning.
The masterpiece of self-expression
The length of a blog is immaterial, some blogs are long and others short, there is an art to expression and the canvas we are offered to express ourselves is broad and free, if we dare to wield the brushstrokes daubing the canvas with colour, we might end up with a masterpiece – live dangerously.
Why do I blog? I blog because my life is full of moments, some forgettable, many memorable and in all, the moments are journaled into what has become a 14-year catalogue of what is essentially an ordinary life.
Everyone is a blogger, you have moments, those moments are stories, stories that need telling. Start telling your own story in your own words. Start blogging.
Why do I blog? Over the years.
Blog - Tardy as it goes (January 2004) Written after a month of blogging.
Blog - Blogging for my own pleasure (July 2006)
Blog - Still learning to write blogs (January 2010)
Blog - My Own Blog Writing Rules (May 2011)
Blog - Thought Picnic: Losing the might to fight (write) (March 2012)
Blog - Blogging: Facing the shame of my bad writing (September 2013)
Blog - Blogging: Why You Should Blog (October 2013)
Blog - Thought Picnic: Finding purpose in the therapy of my blogs (November 2013)
Blog - The Gift (January 2014)
Blog - Thought Picnic: On why we should all blog (September 2014)
Blog - Thought Picnic: And more graffiti with punctuation (September 2014)
Blog - Thought Picnic: I write to please myself (July 2015)
Blog - Why do they read this blog? (November 2015)
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