What writing means to me.
Writing has always been something that I enjoyed doing. I like to write because I find that it challenges me to define myself, and when you're as indecisive as I let myself think I am, finding that definition is a goal I am always questing for. Writing can help to find fault in your arguments, because following an idea to it's logical end can sometimes lead you places you wouldn't have thought of, and seeing your beliefs on paper can either strangthen their resolve or make you wonder how you could ever have put stock in something you can't back-up. Writing can also be depressing, in that really thinking about every implication of every idea can bog you down in details. Ignorance can be blissful, but I'd hate to think that happiness would be a matter of stopping the thought process. Thinking is a quest, and answers aren't always attainable.
What this means to you.
Meanwhile, even though writing is something I believe in very strongly, I haven't been doing it much here lately. That's because coming to terms with personal thoughts and feelings is a personal thing, so I feel that doing it in a public forum would sway the outcome as I try to make it something worth reading for others, and if Im not doing things on a personal level, then I've just become a fluff journalist covering the ever-interesting goings-on of my lifey-life. I don't want to be either. I feel as though my life lately has been good, but also busy. Often-times, when I feel life is good, I worry that I'm not thinking enough, that I'm not devoting enough time to introspective self-examination. Speaking of that, let this be a reminder to everyone reading that it's everso important to screen yourself for cancerous growths. I don't think I ever have checked myself for testicular cancer, and ladies should probably look for breast lumps too. Hopefully, noone found anything, but if you did, I hope I just saved your life. That would make all of this worthwhile. I'm signing off, Joel Shaughnessy: Hero.
