Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Ego Trip to Raspberryland


There are some blogs that I follow -very few, actually- and they definitely have more the character I would like to give to my own blog:  it´s mostly thoughts of people with some brain who discuss over interesting matters in a quite objective or impersonal, almost “universal” way, maybe taking off from something they read in the paper that inspired their gray mass. Or a word whose meaning they investigate. Or the sentence of an author that strikes them and which they use to dive into some complex and deep thoughts. 
  
Sometimes I wish my blog went more in that direction, yet I feel it cannot; and maybe even should not. Yet. I might be too egotistic, self-absorbed, or maybe only just too “teenagerly”, but I don´t manage - don´t want? - to write things in a universal, nearly-objective way. Since what moves me to write is something that hit my personal buttons and tickled my chords, it unavoidably talks about me. Even when it does not. Even if I try to hide myself so much that I write under a fruity pseudonym, I live in Raspberryland and I apparently earn my living by getting ripe. It might have to do with my perpetual ego-stagger, yes, but it´s ok, it´s fine, it´s beautiful this way. 

Sometimes I struggle with my blog not being the self-confident-realname-universal-objective-cool-trendy-gipsy-modern-sexy blog that I could make it be, but eventually you have to go look for the truth within yourself; my truth is this one, and I don´t want it to be any other way. If I can´t separate me, what I am, think and feel, from what I do - being it managing some small talk with a superficial client, playing tennis or writing my new-born-journal-like blog -  it means that I will write my new-born-journal-like blog with the wholeness of myself and truth that lies within. And I think that this is ultimately why I have a devotion (together with three-zillion other people) for Cheryl Strayed and her unabashed, fearless, disarmingly honest way of writing being just herself. Each and every of her fiber in each and every of her word.
If you think about it, there´s nothing more univesal than that. 







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