I never had a diary. Thats the truth. As a child, I didn’t find any sense to maintaining a diary. Documenting daily events in a hard-bound book sounded senseless to me. I mean, we’re living our life. Not doing a outer-space mission to keep track of every movement you make.
But that was younger me. At 19 years of age, I’ve gotten wiser. I understand that journaling is a pretty good idea. Since life gets complex as you grow up, at some point, you get mixed up with too much information. Journaling helps in keeping track of them. But it still sucks since I don’t have it as a habit.
Point is, for all this time, I thought blogs were either personal doodle books or marketing machines. I was never able to actually convince myself to put effort into one. And I’m being completely honest.
Today morning, it struck me. If I were to maintain a blog and expect someone else to read it, I need to put something up there of interest to someone. Something interesting. And creating interesting stuff requires creativity.
Creativity doesn’t just take shape inside the head. It is born from one’s life experiences. So, if a person cannot figure out something interesting to say, HE ISN’T LEADING AN INTERESTING LIFE. He isn’t taking chances. He isn’t pushing the limits.
So, before I end up making this look like a page torn out of a corporate motivation book, this is what I’m meaning to say.
If you can’t maintain an interesting blog, you’re leading an uninteresting life
So whenever one wants to know if his life is taking the right path, he can take a look at his blog. And stuff will be clear.