ambiguity.
i have been told that this blog is fundamentally built upon being completely ambiguous.
that much is true.
maybe it’s because i want these writings to be applicable beyond their own little moment, but i think it deals more with the severity of the situations. my life is composed of a lot of small moments. it’s odd, because those things hold more value to me and my revelations than do the events that could in a very justified manner derail our stability. i understand that my mind is obsessed with the value of these moments, finding the little nuggets of value that tell me something incredible. i find it hard to translate these little things, these miniscule instances stretched over the course of barely a few seconds, and their perceived importance into this medium. for some reason, it always feels blurred, skewed, or as if i’m blowing things completely out of proportion (which is also very likely).
so forgive me for being vague. i’m just far more interested in the ideas of things than the things that brew those ideas in the first place. well, maybe not. i don’t know.
and i mean, come on. who isn’t scarred from revisiting your old high school ramblings of what you perceived to be life, love, and why? its the ultimate detterent from being more specific about things. i mean, i want my future self to look back and not immediately choke on what he was eating at the time.
that is all. let’s hang out.
