The meaning of life. Right now I am pondering the meaning of life here at this blog. What do I want from here? What is this blog to me, or more importantly to others?
When I began this blog over two years ago the community was small, tight, supportive. Now so much of it is about earning potential, stats, hits, comments, followers.
I have never been one to run with the crowd and crowded the blogosphere has become.
Is this why I am not drawn here as I once was? Is it why I do not have the yearning to write like I once did?
Maybe it is because I am writing my tales of fantasy for my dear friend, sending them off with love. Maybe that is filling the hole once satisfied by blogging?
Maybe I am sick of commenting and supporting those who offer none back? Only some, not all, but their silence pisses me off to be perfectly honest.
Maybe I feel the blogosphere is not the place I need to look to for ideas, ideals, friendship?
Maybe it is time for change.
I just don't know anymore.
I gave up housework for Chinese New Year and now I am giving up giving a shit for Lent. This is pretty good. What else is coming up? - 2016 didn’t start off so sweet so we decided – with the gentle nudging from my friend Jennifer who knows about such things – to start anew in the Chinese ...
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