After taking a nice break from blogging over the holidays, I am a bit reluctant to get back to the “daily grind” once again. It’s basically like a second job, but one that I don’t get paid for. It’s at times like this that I am forced to question why I do it and whether or not it’s worth the effort.
My usual response whenever people ask me is simply that I enjoy writing as a creative outlet, and blogging is a great excuse to give those literary muscles a regular workout. I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t hope that one day down the road I could spin it into a second career of some sort too. I don’t know how realistic that is, though; freelance writing is not an easy way to make ends meet, and with all the other bloggers out there giving away their writing for free, it seems awfully difficult to sell words for a living.
The weird thing is, upon further reflection, I believe that there is also a metaphysical component to my blogging compulsion. I have heard people mention a philosophy of “I post therefore I am”, with regards to the internet. A presence in the online world is equivalent to a second life, and a digital record of your existence that could very well last well beyond your own mortal lifespan. (Then again, with the very fabric of the internet being constantly in flux, maybe that’s not such a great assumption to make.) But I’ve always been the kind of person who felt a need to leave something behind when I die, and if these random internet scribblings end up being the only evidence of my life on this earth, then so be it. I guess in a way, all I really want to do is to live forever. Is that so much to ask?