Bloggers United

As I wander through the world of blogs, I come to the realization that I am not all that different from the rest of the world. Like me, there are other bleeding hearts, late night life-questioners, lonely souls, semi-depressed wanderers, confused beings, self-proclaimed philosophers, aspiring writers.

Something about blogging must attract this type of person, people like me. People who have a true self that they can only unveil in the public privacy of the blog world. If you are reading this right now, you have been exposed to my innermost thoughts, the depths into which even my closest friends have not delved.

Something about myself: I am the perpetual independant. The one that people watch with mouth slightly agape, head perceptably shaking. Every time I unveil a new far-fetched plan, my friends chuckle knowingly. They know me too well to be surprised, but I think they secretly are amazed at what I do, how little attention I pay to conventions. This may sound dreamy and romantic to some, but it is a lonely path to walk down. As much as I value my independance, I would love nothing more than to find either a fellow nomad to share the wonders of the world with me, or a grounded tree that will calm down my urge to wander just a hair.

Something about my friends: I love them, I truly do. They know me perhaps better than I know myself. But they are not me. And they have their own dreams and hopes. I have yet to meet someone that is as adventurous as me. So, there are lots of parts of myself that I keep inside.

Until I type them out in my blog. The thoughts, feelings, memories, ramblings that are kept hidden from the rest, come out like a tide running through a causeway.

So, if you are reading this, I suppose you are a bit like me. Searching for people who are just as lost, hoping to find that you are not alone.