I find it hard to believe that people are able to have a wonderful time hanging out when they are constantly posting photos about it or a status with any funny comment. Regular status updates and a consistent flow of photos defines a “good” facebook user. The development of facebook has created an online culture that requires a level of impressiveness to succeed on. Many individuals are more concerned with posting photos about how amazing their life is, than actually focusing on experiencing their life to the fullest in every moment.
With the invention of facebook, instagram, and twitter the concept of happiness has become more of a point to prove than an actual emotion to experience. In today’s society it isn’t enough to just be happy anymore, you have to appear happy to the masses for it to really count. I now perceive blogging as a unique and beautiful art form, one that takes time, effort, and creativity in order to be successful. Though I don’t see myself continuing on seriously with my blog I definitely have a newfound respect for the courage that it takes for bloggers to post their thoughts and opinions on the web everyday. This said, blogging has created a space where I feel that my writing is significant and therefore I thoughtfully consider how I express myself through text and images.Īll in all, I’m glad that I’ve had the experience to learn what it’s like to blog.
I like to share my opinions with my readers because in a sense it makes me feel like what I say is meaningful considering it will be up on the internet for all the world to see. While audience is a very important entity to consider, I think that my blogging experience has proved to be much more personal than my simple consideration of my diction and how that relates to my readers. However, as time has progressed I have found myself beginning to enjoy sharing my thoughts and ideas with my readers (though few). I have always prided myself on being a young adult that is not obsessed with social media, or the concept of upholding an “online life.” Therefore, the idea of maintaining a blog for a semester pained me. I still talk to her via text messaging from time to time and I still carry her picture with me everywhere I go, hoping that one day I may feel the happiness that I once felt when we were together, once again.Though I never imagined myself keeping a blog, the experience of doing so has been interesting and in some ways, fulfilling. I guess that's why I still feel so strongly about it. It wasn't a lack-of-interest or something went wrong kind of breakup. It ended very abruptly, when she knew she would have to move to northern Alabama and would most likely not see me again she decided it would be best if our relationship be cut down. Maybe it was the first love thing, maybe I was just overly emotional right then being a teenager and all, or maybe the planets just aligned in the perfect way to make me feel happy, I don't know, all I know is that what we had was real and everyone who knew us could see that. It's still safe to say, however, that, even though I have had many other lady friends, I have never loved someone as much as I loved this girl. I was not an emo kid, ask anyone and they will tell you I was a happy person during that time. This is a poem I wrote when I was fifteen years old, right after my first breakup.
I normally try to keep religion out of my writings but if you don't like it you don't have to read it. No matter what happens, life goes on and the only thing we can do is roll with the punches.Īt least I can take joy in knowing that even if the unthinkable happens that one day I will see him again, on that great gettin-up morning, when we are called to meet our savior in the sky. He helped make me the person I am today, and I am still hoping and praying that he will get better. While I am deeply sad with this current turn of events, I love my grandfather, I feel like an imprint of him. Life is really good at keeping you guessing. They dont know if he will make it or not, he has had a stroke and is paralyzed on his right side, his speech is slurred a lot, and just two weeks ago he said he was ready to see is wife again. In your mind you think that it will all be ok, you will get to go back to his house and visit him, and then BAM he's not there anymore. My grandfather was put into the hospital the other day, he has been on this earth for 87 years, you don't expect for him to be sick today. You never really know which path you may have to take next. Life has a way of throwing curveballs at you. Is that you never really know what to expect.
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