Wondering why the blog viewcount is above 600 but the number of comments a dismal 2, I meet the silent readers. The readers, who aren't actually the followers but stumblers whose greatest appreciation is their silence. As a self-proclaimed non-seeker, I find myself seeking such appreciation, amusing.
As the phoenix from the ashes, they appeared from nowhere, right in front of me, but with the most satisfying and fulfilling comments. What other reviews can one seek, better than your peers. The ironical appreciation is that they find it beyond them to read. The conundrum that arises splits you between continuing writing for yourself or for these silent readers, who might actually comment if they find it at par with what they seek.
Man and the entire living kingdom has been characterised by evolution. Evolution is the cornerstone of the ever so improved present modern day world. It's evolution that I too seek. Evolving into something I can't even think or imagine of at present. I want the life to be textured by time. Starting early gives you more time to evolve. At present I lie in front this monitor and the keyboard unaware of what I intend, when I write this.
Most people would never survive reading past the three paragraphs. People have fugacious interest in reading random thoughts. Random thoughts is exactly what this is. For the exceptionally rare who did manage to read this should suggest on what I did wrong or what could have been better, because evolution is what I seek.
The silence will be cherished, as always; but criticism helps in improvement and as for me feeling hurt on reading the other's views would be a false assumption. There is nothing more that I will appreciate as an avid reader and critique of other's views. The power of people's thoughts is what has always shaped the world around us. From the likes of the Mahatama, Budhha, Dalai Lama to the Hitlers.
I realise that without having the sense of writing for oneself alone, writing is extremely difficult and more often than not subject to a tame end. The period that it lives is also lifeless and the vigour never goes past the few post. When the thoughts that rush your mind are countless, writing them down shouldn't pose a challenge. Expressing is very often a difficult art.
“There are times when silence has the loudest voice”
As the phoenix from the ashes, they appeared from nowhere, right in front of me, but with the most satisfying and fulfilling comments. What other reviews can one seek, better than your peers. The ironical appreciation is that they find it beyond them to read. The conundrum that arises splits you between continuing writing for yourself or for these silent readers, who might actually comment if they find it at par with what they seek.
Man and the entire living kingdom has been characterised by evolution. Evolution is the cornerstone of the ever so improved present modern day world. It's evolution that I too seek. Evolving into something I can't even think or imagine of at present. I want the life to be textured by time. Starting early gives you more time to evolve. At present I lie in front this monitor and the keyboard unaware of what I intend, when I write this.
Most people would never survive reading past the three paragraphs. People have fugacious interest in reading random thoughts. Random thoughts is exactly what this is. For the exceptionally rare who did manage to read this should suggest on what I did wrong or what could have been better, because evolution is what I seek.
The silence will be cherished, as always; but criticism helps in improvement and as for me feeling hurt on reading the other's views would be a false assumption. There is nothing more that I will appreciate as an avid reader and critique of other's views. The power of people's thoughts is what has always shaped the world around us. From the likes of the Mahatama, Budhha, Dalai Lama to the Hitlers.
I realise that without having the sense of writing for oneself alone, writing is extremely difficult and more often than not subject to a tame end. The period that it lives is also lifeless and the vigour never goes past the few post. When the thoughts that rush your mind are countless, writing them down shouldn't pose a challenge. Expressing is very often a difficult art.
“There are times when silence has the loudest voice”
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