I just finished running with two of my closest friends in the world. I used to be a hard-core runner, but have completely fallen off the wagon. Now I'm trying my best to get back to it because I am grossly out of shape. But on this particular morning, I was running just so that I could hang out with Mike and Dale. I've run a lot of miles with these guys. I was there to watch both of them complete their first marathons (different races, mind you) and swelled with pride as they crossed the finish line knowing that they had spent many of their miles training for those races with me. Over the years of traversing the roads, paths and parks of Columbia, we have bonded and become great friends.
As they ran off into the hideously hot and humid morning air leaving me behind to reminisce about the glory days when I could run for longer than 30 minutes at a time, I realized that both of them blessed me this morning by sharing some of their own random observations about life. It's good to have friends like this. Words are exchanged and I come away encouraged and challenged. It's a shame I have to get up at 4:30 AM on the hottest morning of the year to reap these benefits. These guys should do me a favor and start a blog so that I can tap into their wisdom whenever the mood strikes me. Don't they realize how much we could all benefit from their unique insights?
Hmmmm. (that's the sound I make when I am thinking)
We are all unique. We all have different experiences and have learned different lessons over the course of our very different lives. Do you know what this means? Well, it means a lot of things. For purposes of this particular mud puddle, it means that you know something that no one else does. You may be unknowingly holding the key to unlocking the mystery that I have been struggling with for the last 20 years. (Highly unlikely, since I'm not aware of any mystery that I've been dealing with for that long. Except for understanding women. And we all know there is no key to that mystery. Anyway, you get the point.)
Why aren't you sharing what you know with the rest of us? Some of us obsessive-compulsive types really are interested in hearing what you have to say. If it's nothing new under the sun, no harm done. If it's a glimpse into a new way of thinking, that's a very beautiful thing.
I have found that I enjoy having a blog. I have tried to pinpoint what it is that I like about writing and sharing my thoughts in a forum such as this. It could be that I am just looking for affirmation and wanting pats on the back (who wouldn't want that?); yet I believe it is more than that.
I think I know things. (Gosh, I hate the way that sounds. It sounds so arrogant.)
Arrogant or not, it's what I think. I'm not completely sure that I know anything, but as long as I think I know some things I'll keep talking about them just in case someone else hasn't thought about them before. I enjoy that. I enjoy the conversation and talking about matters that I've never talked about and thinking along lines previously foreign to me.
All of this to say that I wish everyone would at a minimum write, whether it be in a personal journal, public memoir or blog such as this. Putting thoughts and abstract ideas into written words is a wonderful discipline that will always benefit the writer himself (or herself) and might just benefit everyone who has the opportunity to read those words that are shared. Seeing the world through a different pair of eyes is precious and profound.
Think about it. Write about it. Dale and Mike, you too.