So here I am at my millionth attempt at a blog.
[And I don’t put that lightly.]
Somehow, I always manage to make myself start over because I didn’t like where I was going. And that’s exactly what I did with my last one. It became too depressing and I was pretty much just going in circles.
That wasn’t what I wanted my blog to be.
But the thing is, I don’t know exactly what I want my blog to be. I don’t know how to write blogs properly. I need to find a purpose. I purpose for my blog, and possibly a purpose for myself.
I suppose my last blog had a purpose. A depressing one. I only used it to express my emotions of sadness. And no one wants to read that type of thing. Sadness is something the public will only take in moderation unless they are masochists.
I could be wrong, but who’s to prove me otherwise?
I hope somewhere along the way I’ll discover what it truly means to be a blogger. I don’t believe I ever truly grasped that idea. Maybe that’ll be my purpose for my blog: self-reflexivity.
We’ll see how this goes. But for now, rest.
