I know what you mean . . .

I had a lovely long email from another blogger yesterday who’d suspended blogging for a long month. I’d dropped a few comments at his place asking where he was and if he was alright. In yesterday’s email, he said he’d run into the ‘why do I do this and what difference can it make?” moment.

Such a human moment. We ask those questions all our lives. Some answers are so apparent we’re not ever aware we’ve asked the question. Why do I acquire a residence? Shelter. Why do I work at a job? To shelter, feed and clothe myself. Why do I take a long walk? To sooth my soul.

And when one bumps up against the why of an activity like blogging, there’s a tendency to miss the obvious and look outside ourselves.  But the answer is much closer to home. It’s simple and obvious: We do it because we want to.

J.P. will be blogging again. Welcome back – I look forward to reading you again.

In your absence, you’ve missed a bit of my countdown. So to bring you up to date: today is the 237th day of the ninth year of the war in Afghanistan.

2 responses to “I know what you mean . . .

  1. Hey Moe, I’m back! And back with a vengeance. Woo-Hoo! I can’t thank you enough for getting the keyboard back in my hands. Sometimes all it takes is a little humanity to beat the cynicism in all of us. Thank you.

    I am back and non-partisan and taking no enemies!
    Long live the Republic! Or at least what’s left of it…


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