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Be more wary of your own motives than worrying about the motives of others.
You might ask me the question, “Why do you blog?” simply because I have an active mind and all the thoughts floating around demand an exit and that’s basically what I give them, having written down my thoughts is to have set them free. That’s why I often put more than one idea in a single (post which annoys some people).
That’s God’s honest truth, the fact that Twitter and Facebook have gotten people used to reading no more than a few sentences is not my problem, I’m more annoyed when people totally misunderstand simple ideas than the fact that 98% of the people I know don’t read blogs and 1% don’t see any joy to be found in it since there’s no money to be made from it.
Now back to motives: you see I blog because it’s a hobby that I’m passionate about and I’ll go far as saying that until you can enjoy doing something without expecting any recognition, praise, accolades or money for it, you have not found your passion. Do you think that I’m deterred by poor grammar and spelling? Hell no! Do it to it for you, if it’s your passion your soul demands no less from you, do it to satisfy yourself; it may turn out to be a terrible painting, a terrible song, a terrible dance routine, a terrible outfit or a terrible performance in the eyes of others but if it gave you satisfaction, if you created it using your own imagination, that’s all that counts.
Sometimes I saunter about the house at 2a.m. on a Saturday or Sunday morning the mind wide awake and alive with endless little stories derived sometimes from a single news item or Facebook post; that hour seems to be ripe for indulging any passion that grabs your fancy, especially if it’s of the creative kind. Then I’ll sit in that peaceful calm enjoying the silence, perhaps I’ll churn out a short story, I catch myself chuckling now and again, I find my mind getting more interesting with age, the characters have not only come to life but have taken on a life of their own, they end up telling their own stories, I won’t post them.
The fact that I’d given them a voice, no matter how brief, is enough, I scoop our little kitten into my arms and return to bed where I sink into a deep, contented sleep.
