Sunday, January 21, 2007

A Refuge
For the past days, and some days two weeks ago, I have read almost all of my blog, this all for the purpose of labeling my posts accordingly.
It is interesting to see all that has been written here. I look at old poetries and think that I used to be a good poetry writer, I think of my old inspirations, maybe I used to have more of them. There is also many analysis about life, which reflects mostly my point of view about this world. I see also my old sorrows, and realize that a lot has gone by, I've been through many things, and of course I whined quite a lot. And last, there is my Chronicles, which are very important to me, and where I put most my writing efforts.
Now, after a ten day trip, I see more than ever that this blog has become a great part of my life. It's not like a journal, I do not write my everyday events. Its not a diary where one talks about one's life, nor a place for confessions. It is what it is, a Whirlpool of Thoughts, my thoughts. I am an observer, most of my time, even while doing other things, I am constantly observing life, the mere cause and consequence of actions, and with so I never stop thinking about things. For many reasons I have no one to tell these thoughts. No one interested in hearing my Chronicles and discussing the history behind my book, no one there to hear me whine(at least not anymore) and none who has shown any sign of interest in my point of view of life. This is why I found an alternative, a place to put my thoughts out, and leave them out through time and space.
Oddly enough, even though this is a big part of my life, I never actually shared it with anyone. I never hid it, or would lie about it, I just failed to see a reason to tell people about it. I'm not a fan of all that, "Hey here's the link to my blog/flog, pleas comment.", and I had very few people who gave me reasons to tell them about this part of me. Of course the lack of proper approach to the subject, and failed external interest, no one asked me, so I personally told about this place to very few people. But during some times, it was there for people to discover, and I leave it to people who are paying attention, and of course are interested.
I would lie if I said I didn't want lots of people reading my blog and always commenting. As it reflects part of my life I think that some people would be bothered or feel awkward about somethings if they read it, besides, its always sad to see someone fail to give attention to something important to you because they are not interested.
On the good side, my choices led to very interesting surprises, as with each new person showing their interest, showing they actually read this and commenting I felt a little happier. Some people paid attention to the simple signs, some were at the right place at the right time and some just stumbled upon this place. And it feels great to see people showing interest in my life.
This place became special to me, and I hope it brings interesting and exciting things to someone else's life. I want to post more often, but of course I am limited by time and creativity. My chronicles, I have so many ideas for it, but its hard to find the words, and since they are very important to me, I put much effort into them, mustering all my expertise into my writing skills, so they can be the best, and I try not to post until they are satisfying.
As time passes many things may change, but I think I won't stop writing here anytime soon. Maybe in time this may become a very interesting place for people to read, and I hope everyone that reads it enjoys it more with each post. This is just a part of the great whirlpool of thoughts that is my mind.
Thanks for your comments. And for those who accompanied me through the hardest time of my life.
If I get the inspiration back I may post some poetry.
I'll try to put the chronicles more often.
If anyone wants to see my opinion on a subject, or a creative post about something, just put a comment or e-mail me. It never hurts to get new subjects.
And I'll try to set up Picasa and post some pictures here.

This is a part of me, of my life. Enter if you will, the doors are open, but beware of the traps and labyrinths. Its not a place you should damage, so think good about your actions while in there. Just learn how to search and you may find rare and hidden beauties. It is just up to you to venture into the unknown, but you'll be welcome if you have interest, and only wish well.

PS: It has been a real trouble to put this post up as the power here at home went down TWICE while I was writing, so it turned out very different from what it started at. But at last it is done.

5 comments:

  1. ooooowwwww... nós te amamos também!

    brincadeiras a parte, eu tenho lido seu blog por... um pouco mais de dois anos (uau), e ele fica ali na minha lista de favoritos.
    se eu não entro todo dia, pelo menos toda semana, e cada post novo é uma coisa legal a mais no meu dia.
    vc é realmente difícil de se conhecer, e o blog não ajuda muito nesse sentido, mas dá uma idéia de como vc deve ser um cara especial, criativo e divertido (claro, pq se o blog fosse chato tb, não dava nem um mês lendo).

    keep writing

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  2. Hey!! I went through the same thing while labelling my stuff too!

    It was a strange experience.

    Anyhow, if you ever get tired of blogger...

    switch to wordpress! tee hee. It's been treating me so well.

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  3. Hehehehe obrigao,
    pretendo continuar escrevendo mesmo. Me conhecer é apenas uma questão de andar pela trilha certa.


    Hehhehehe, nice advertising Ann. I don't see me getting tired of blogger, I tend to like google services. But if I ever do, I'll consider you opinion.
    By the way, I just bought Everything is Illuminated. Hope it is as good as you say.

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  4. O M G

    Promise me you'll savour it slowly. It's one of the best books I've ever read.

    Read it, pause, think. It's gonna blow your brains out.

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  5. hehehe, I'll try. It's not lika I am a fast reader. I'll take my time to appreciate it.

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