With all the unrest and war and devastation in the world today, I sometimes think that perhaps I should write something about everything that is going on out there, but I truly feel that my commentary or opinions or feelings on those events would be of no consequence. I wish not to say anything just for the sake of saying something. I feel that anything that I say must have value, it must have meaning, if not to anyone else, then at least to me. Perhaps that is why I never spoke up much for most of my life. Just as my physical realm is a quiet little corner of the world, so the blog is my sanctuary within that. Here I may say things that have value and meaning to me, even if they are ridiculously mundane aspects of my ridiculously mundane life, and it does not matter if they are totally inconsequential to the world outside. Believe it or not, I still struggle with the fact that it is acceptable for me to talk about myself and share my thoughts.
Forgive me for this rather useless ramble. It would appear that I am tired at a more reasonable hour.... and I shouldn't write blogposts when I'm tired. I'll probably look at it tomorrow and wonder what I was thinking.