30 Days - No Direction
Monday, October 30, 2006
Thirty single daily visits would have brought 30 single daily dissapointments.
There comes a time when every good thing must come to an end; friendships, jobs, school, life... blogs too. I'm not a seer of future events, but I am, however, a realist simply saying what I see.
The trick is that any good portion, any good "section" of one's existence will be defined as good simply by its direction. Once upon a time, ranDOMinion had direction, or atleast purpose. When we drive accross the country, it is only good because we know the direction to travel. When we think about our careers, they are only good because they provide direction.
And so, thirty days after having nothing to say, we find we are without direction.
Is this blog dead? For starters, a blog is referring to itself, which is usually a good sign of blogdeath. More importantly, it would seem that the momentum once built up by a pile of friends with nothing better to do than to say really dumb or really intelligent things has quickly dwindled into a pile of memories, some of which we would rather be forgotten.
Having lived in/near the forest, I have seen a very encouraging thing about death. That is this: every tree that dies provides decades of life to new plants, new tress, new forests.
All of this to say that, as I am yet undecided as to what to do, I am playing with a few options. We do not say goodbye, only "So long"... for now.
There comes a time when every good thing must come to an end; friendships, jobs, school, life... blogs too. I'm not a seer of future events, but I am, however, a realist simply saying what I see.
The trick is that any good portion, any good "section" of one's existence will be defined as good simply by its direction. Once upon a time, ranDOMinion had direction, or atleast purpose. When we drive accross the country, it is only good because we know the direction to travel. When we think about our careers, they are only good because they provide direction.
And so, thirty days after having nothing to say, we find we are without direction.
Is this blog dead? For starters, a blog is referring to itself, which is usually a good sign of blogdeath. More importantly, it would seem that the momentum once built up by a pile of friends with nothing better to do than to say really dumb or really intelligent things has quickly dwindled into a pile of memories, some of which we would rather be forgotten.
Having lived in/near the forest, I have seen a very encouraging thing about death. That is this: every tree that dies provides decades of life to new plants, new tress, new forests.
All of this to say that, as I am yet undecided as to what to do, I am playing with a few options. We do not say goodbye, only "So long"... for now.