Why Blog?

I feel incomplete...

A lack of fulfillment surrounds me. I want to do a lot of things but don't do any. Why? Because I am a lazy man! Then the guilt starts. And incompleteness.

Writing is one of the things I always wanted to do. It brings me joy. A sense of fulfillment. Ideas are thought, discussed, argued upon, dissected, rebuilt, and grown. A immortal piece of me is left behind. I die. My writings don't! Even if nobody reads them.

For every word that I write, I am indebted to millions of people. And objects. From the pen that I hold in my hand, to the computer that stares at me, to the world wide web, to this blog website, to the chair that I sit, to the people that made them all, to the people who have influenced by life, to my parents, my teachers, my friends, to the nature that surrounds me; I bow to you. In gratitude.

A dialogue from The Matrix comes to mind - “there is a difference between knowing the path and walking the path”. There is a difference between thinking and doing.

So I blog.