My blog is usually lightness and fluff. I’ve done that pretty much by design. I started blogging to help myself find the lightness in fluff in my own life, which was just too heavy and hard at the time.
The truth of the matter is that I’ve always been a pretty serious person. I grew up hearing adults comment that I was just an adult stuffed into a child’s body. I’ve had many people tell me I am an old soul. To what extent they were right, I really don’t know. Assuming they were right, I have wondered if I was truly born that way or if it was the result of expectations thrust upon me. Who knows?
Either way, all the lightness and fluff have been nice. But sometimes I think I could be doing more with the ‘ol blog here. Then I think, no, I couldn’t. I could try, but ultimately I would just be adding to the cacaphony of the internet in a different way than I already am. Would it be worth it?
Meaning, would it be worth the time and effort? I actually was/am/was a journalist/writer. I can produce actual serious, thoughtful, well-researched, well-constructed writing. It takes time. I never feel like there is enough of it. Life moves fast: this child needs a snack, this one needs me to grade an assignment, I want to read this blog, I want to write on my own blog, the dishes need done, the dog needs out, the telephone is ringing, emails need to be answered, I want to read another blog, I need to exercise, I need to read for book club, I want to read this other book, I want/need to study scriptures, etc. etc.
Lightness and fluff are easier. We all need lightness and fluff. Sometimes. Is it how I want to define my internet presence, though? Well, truthfully, I really don’t mind it. My presence could be defined as something worse and, honestly, my internet presence is only a drop in the proverbial bucket, so it is rather egocentric to even assume my presence will be defined in any way shape or form.
Anyway, all this to say I am thinking bigger thoughts. Things I feel strongly about and want to write about, but fear I will not find the time to do them justice.
I don’t know that I’ll ever find the time to adequately share what I’m thinking, but it has been spurred by re-reading Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 and the online excerpt of The Cult of the Amateur: How Today’s Internet is Killing Our Culture by Andrew Keen. It is on my list of books to read.
To sum it up: I am worried that as a society we are voluntarily, bit by bit, handing over our freedoms and good sense because we are busy and it is, therefore, easier to let other do the thinking and decision making rather than doing it for ourselves. I am afraid that we are listening to the loudest voices, not the wisest, because we don’t take the time to discern between the two. I am afraid that we are so busy feeling guilty about not appeasing others as much as the others would like that we are losing ourselves, and forgetting that we can never make everybody happy all of the time. I worry that we are letting the screens take over and forgetting how to really live, and think.
I worry that I could make a difference and am not.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt just wants to know if he made a difference in your life.