Post 706

The inaugural post on wordpress also marks the 706th (according to my dashboard) post of my blogging life. It has been a good, 5, 6 years now, and I’ve lost track of the beginnings of my writings. Unfortunately, I can’t beat my friend Damon on his 1000 posts, yet, 700 is still quite a feat. The humble beginnings of my blogging began with blogspot, on to opendiary, back to blogger a couple of months later (a hacker attack on OD I recall), an attempted switch to livejournal, brief but still blogspot captured me with the ability to customize my template.

That was until wordpress came about, the rest of the story hardly needs explanation.

I would like to review my writing to chart its growth and maturity, unfortunately, my opendiary archives ahve been wiped out, and I have to rely upon my memory. Like most my blog was a curiosity, a new toy and like every new gadget, it gets used for all sorts of nonsensical ends. Ranting, sprouting utter meaningless, the contents took on more emotion as life threw in its slew of events. Then gradually, the political commentaries emerged, followed by poems, and eventually literary exercises. Most recent, the blog has been filled with videos from youtube, but I daresay it is merely a passing phase. The videos are a complimentary tool for expression, which aids and supplements the words, and I assure you that they would not come to dominate the contents of this blog.

Substance is at the core, and emotions and thoughts drive the substance. The free mind will produce sentient thoughts, reflections and observations for as long as it remains free, that is our imperative, and that is the right granted to us.

The freedom to choose, and the freedom to create are the greatest gifts in our possession. These gifts are the very pillars of our human being. I wonder if I had been putting this to good effect. That I have not squandered it. Hopefully I have exercised my freedom to choose, not opting to conform to the world.

Sometime back I came across a poeam by Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken    
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Which path did I choose? I can’t remember. Now begins, or rather now, continues the journey and more paths shall be revealed, and more choices need be made.

I only wish for the the ability to follow my heart in spite of the opinion of the world around. Within yourself, you find peace, and if you cannot live with yourself, it is going to be hell for the remainder of your life.