Blogging. Blogging. Blogging.
I things always wanted to write or scribble down thoughts on small notes. My mind seems to like writing but how come blogging is so hard to be disciplined with? You see, I guess I do not know what to blog about. I mean, is blog a diary or not? If it is, then how random can my post be? I guess my audience would range from a 6 year old to around 50.
Well, I admire people who have the courage to blog. The thing is, I like sharing my thoughts and what I think but at the same time I do not want to be exposed entirely. To go back to old times, I could have been one of those writers who used pen names. I like it that way. The mystery gives it full liberation. I can say what I want without being known. It is like looking around for a certain voice in a crowded place without being noticed. How entertaining to see those long strectched necks searching to the one where the voice comes from! Haha But this I say without bad intention. It is just at some point in our life, we humans should not stop playing. I mean, blogging and literature should remain like a children’s play, isn’t? If everything is exposed, then what is there to find? What is there to search for?
Sweden Diary is a good pen name. On the other hand, this blog already suggests a diary which is just plainly a record of one’s daily musings of this and that. That sounds too plain. Yet to find a beauty in the ordinary is what makes life amazing and what makes literature worth reading!
So what I am really talking? I do not know. I am just simply BLOGGING.