Why I write

When I first created this blog, it was out of desire to become involved in the “truth” movement as it was coined.  I desired to sound profound, and informed, and to reveal hidden truths to the sheeple.  I write this with a sarcastic tone, because I realize how idealistic, and foolish it now sounds.

The truth.

I write to a very small audience.  The creativity you see on this blog, is my attempt to satisfy that need to create and communicate within myself.  It’s a strong desire which has manifested itself in many ways in my life.  I can say it started in earnest when I was child, and I would play with my toys, and my imagination was the limit, and it continued on when becoming an adult.  I actually thought at one point I was going to be a singer songwriter.  That didn’t turn out like I thought it would.

I then grudgingly became part of the corporate world, and allowed it to strip my soul and enthusiasm for life year by year.  I don’t blame the corporate world, or anyone I worked with for my experience.  It was a learning experience, and one that I needed.  I then found myself with the mass of the unemployed for a year, which forced me to see the thin veil that separates us from the man on the street begging for a dollar.

I persevered and found a way to “make a living” as they say.  We all know it’s never ideal, but we do what we can in this world to make the best of what we have, and that cards that were dealt to us.

Then at one point we realize the most important thing in the world is not our job, nor what we own, or where we’ve been, but the relationships that make life worth living.

As difficult as it is to get a long with our fellow-man/women in the workplace, or on the street, we know deep down we need each other. It’s the fuel the drives us.

So, why do I write?

I’m not trying to be profound, nor tell you something you don’t already know, or can research yourself.  I write for myself.  I write to make sense of the world I live in, and my place in it.  When the veil was ripped, and I saw reality for what is was, my curiosity to explore the dark and negative as well as the light and beautiful became too much.

Sure, I feel heavy at times when I cover conflicts and wars in this world, but I do so because it bothers me at a deep level the state of affairs humanity finds itself in year after year.  I look at the ugly and try to understand, but knowing that I may never will.  Maybe evil or evil deeds are just that; evil.  No reason, no rhyme, just cause and effect from the wheel of time upon the people of the Earth.

Will I stop trying to figure it out. Nah…I’ll keep on writing.

If you want to come along for the ride, and enjoy reading what I put out; I welcome you.

News Monkey


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