“Welcome to WordPress. This is your first post. Edit or delete it, then start blogging!”
… What a beautiful moment. I now have the ability to instantly edit words, publish them on a website, and show them to the world… or at least the 2 family members which actually will read this (HI MOM!)
The greatest intellectual minds one century ago would marvel at this communication technology. I bet that when Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity, he would have loved to Tweet about it, update his status, post it on his blog, and tell the world. That is… if internet had been discovered.
But what is the point of this blog, and what will be on it? Will I used it to reflect upon my travels? Am I just looking to improve my writing skills? Do I simply crave attention?
A great English teacher once started the school year by writing the following questions which humans have been trying to solve for centuries on the board:
- Why am I here?
- Is mankind good or evil?
- Is there a God/s?
- Is there life after death?
He told us that by the end of the year, we would know the answers to those questions along with much more because of his class. I was amazed at such a proposition because I didn’t think those questions even had any definite answers, but I believed him nonetheless.
Throughout the year we learned much, but the answers to the questions still evaded us. On the last day of school, we realized we had been duped. A classmate raised his hand and told the teacher that he hadn’t explained the question’s answers.
“Of course I have,” our teacher replied with shifty eyes. As the bell rang the teacher winked, and quickly whisked us out of the room.
I thought about the questions over the summer, because he never explicitly told us the answers to the questions. But what he did was show us that the answers are different for everyone, and that what matters isn’t the answer, but how you arrive at your own individual answer.
So what’s the point of this blog, and what will be on it? To tell you the truth, I don’t know; and don’t ever plan on knowing. But I’m not worried; for what matters isn’t the final result, but the journey taken to get there.