You don’t even know I’m here… hence the name.
I have purchased so many domain names, dreamt of so many ways of presenting myself online, and here I am more excited and more motivated in a brand new sort of way.
In a undistracted sort of way.
In a non-conflicted sort of way.
How will I represent my site on social media? I won’t.
What will my friends think of my site? Nothing.
What if my thoughts rub someone the wrong way? Who cares!
Okay, well Jesus cares (and I am always accountable to him), but there is a kind of freedom in feeling as though I am speaking into the Great Nothingness for the time being, working to develop my voice, and not trying to promote anything or keep up any kind of image.
Why don’t I just write privately you ask? I don’t know. Maybe the fact that I could be discoverable at any point makes it feel more exciting, more important somehow?
Many obscure people have written articles, letters to editors, books that weren’t well known until after their death. The vast majority of people in history have been just that… obscure. Common. Regular.
Most people weren’t living life in an attempt to become famous, obscurity was normal, but a few did such noteworthy things that their names became recognized in time.
How many of those do we have only a few black and white pictures of, some hand drawings, a bust, or even nothing at all?
Now you can find thousands of pictures of most people on social media, thousands of pictures of each of their children, and probably a thousand of their pets as well. *cringe*
Who do we think we are? Why is it that we think so very highly of ourselves? And how many of us are really content to fade into obscurity?
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