I had a lovely post, about courage, started for today.
But as I wrote to my friends, and lived my life, a more pressing issue became apparent.
Why am I here?
Not here on this earth, although that may factor into it. But why am I in front of my computer right now, writing this blog? Where do I intend to go? What am I doing?
I began this blog as a way to share my outside-of-the-box lifestyle. But, I’ve come to realize, as unorthodox as our way is, we’re not so different from everyone else.
I feel that I have exhausted the physical decluttering/minimalist thing. I don’t know that there is anything I have left to say on that issue, other than emphasize the fact that decluttering is a means to an end. I used minimalism as a fake identity for myself, while I was living a life that didn’t work for me, for too long.
I understand where you are coming from, and what you are likely seeking. My two biggest sources of traffic are a blog that emphasizes decluttering and a blog that focuses on philosophy and spirituality.
And I can’t help you on either front.
I think decluttering is a diversion, and I can tell you that you won’t find the answers to life’s big questions, here or anywhere on the Internet.
So why am I here?
I am still here to be a part of a community, and to let you know that you are not alone. My struggles are not my own, but those of all humanity. As we all realize that we are not alone, perhaps we can work together a little bit better.
So the theme of my writing is honesty, and that is why I am writing this.
But, where do I go next, with my writing? What is my message? I know I have something powerful to share, but what, exactly? I have started a book, and I think that might be the next step, but will it be good enough? Does that even matter?
Am I doing more than adding to the endless drivel on the Internet, the endless chatter? Am I contributing anything of value?
Those are rhetorical questions, and I am not seeking an answer from you.