the short straw .
kind of read through my old blog posts, because someone else did, and i’m a bit concerned with my loss of interest in real life. my interest in myself has grown considerably, while i hardly blog about other things anymore. i think that’s tragic because when one writes about something they believe in that relates to the outside world, there is a tiny chance that it could change something. as opposed to blogging about your crap life which doesn’t change anything at all.
because the medium in which you express things determines the effect on those who read it.
recently re-read the five people you meet in heaven because the last time i read it, it was for school and i skimmed most of it because i don’t like large blocks of text.
although i’m not religious and don’t really believe in heaven/afterlife/whatever, i found the whole thing to be extremely inspiring. albom has created the perfect way to convey his beliefs; he IS preaching, but by showing. and even though he’s trying to teach me about life and love and sacrifice and anger and truth in ways i don’t believe them to be, in the end i was left with shivers and goosebumps and the complete, sincere belief that “this world is full of stories, but all the stories are one.”
at times i feel so envious of those that are able to express themselves so proficiently and have such an impact on the masses. as if they could change the world.
and who says they couldn’t, with their made up stories strung by fancy words?
who’s to tell you what the truth is when there are so many fantastic ideas expressed perfectly to try to swing your opinion their way?
and ultimately, what’s to say that any of them are worth it?