I haven’t written anything for a while. I had this idea that somehow I had to find worthy topics and I haven’t been particularly inspired lately. But, then, what is a blog if not a place to write about nothing. That brings me to quandary, what constitutes nothing and what constitutes something. One could say that it is impossible to write about nothing… I could just give weekly updates on my life, but that seems a little juvenile, too much like that diary I had in 6th grade. (I wonder whatever happened to that diary? Might be interesting, as well as embarrassing, to post the writing of my 12-year-old self, with my 29-year-old written commentary).
Anyway, got a little off-topic there, nothing….sometimes I feel like I talk about nothing with people all day. Especially while traveling alone, all that small talk with waitresses, flight attendants, hotel clerks “Where are you from?” “What brings you to town?” “Do you travel much?” How nice would it be to have one meaningful conversation a day?
And sometimes I feel like nothing, I mean that not in a self-deprecating way but in the scheme of things, in the history of the world and all the millions of people who have lived, what am I really, but a tiny speck of nothing. It is when you put all the specks of nothing together that you get something. Just as when you put many thoughts together you really don’t end up with a blog about nothing in the end.
