About blogs

I am thinking, I must be very self-centred to have a blog. In some way, to have a blog means that I think that what I say people find interesting or at least they find a reason to read. And definitely, it means that I like reading my own words. Judging from the number of blogs that exist 'out there', there must be a hell of a lot like me. So, not much of being unique, anyway, as Anna often tells me.

I suppose, what I write is unique; but, again, it's not really unique, is it? It cannot be identical with somebody else's writing, fair enough, but is it really unique? I mean, will you say after reading this, 'oh, Gosh, this is unique'? I don't think so. But, still in a way, to me it is. It is unique, because it is mine, I own it, I create it every time I press the keys on the keyboard. It is unique because it comes from me, it shows me and the way my thinking is expressed with words. But, the moment I click on 'Publish Post', it is like opening the courtins of my room. And then, all my uniqueness disappears in the outside light. Then, I, myself, my blog becomes one more particle of this light, one more and not unique.

Anna would probably insist that still my blog is unique. I think she means to say that this blog is mine, and so it is unique. Then, maybe, I found an answer to this issue of uniqueness. To me, this blog is unique, because it is mine; to Anna, this blog is unique because it comes from me; to you, this blog would be unique, only if you find a way to identify with these words, to make my words yours. So, to be unique is not really to be unique, to be different from others , or to be extraordinary; it is rather to be familiar and close, yours as much as mine.