A Precursor's Legacy

Blogging has been an interesting experiment.
It's been like a journey, a process, or an adventure.
If you like participating in any of the above, then..
I highly recommend it because it allows the writer to essentially write in free-form.

In general, I really liked blogging about meaningful content.
It's been rather fresh and amusing because I don't usually blog my thoughts and input on subject matters, that actually matters.

As an assignment for the class, I thought that blogging was valuable because it provided an outlet for the imaginative and rhetoric.

However, I do believe that some of the topics (if given any to write about) can be challenging to relate towards. To write about.
If one simply doesn't care, then that affects their ability to engage their audience well.
It does make sense.
If you don't care about something, why would you bother to make other people care?

Ultimately, I learned more about myself by blogging for the class.
I learned to be able to voice my mind into literate format.
That's always a plus.

Being a student, it's always nice to have people actually comment on matters you bring up.
Then again, there are always those "bad apples" out there that tend to ruin the experience.
That's fine. Pay them no heed. Let them rot.

In a way, blogging has changed the way I perceive things.
Things of importance. Whatever the topic may be.

In the end, in my eyes, I see blogging as a tool, and as with all tools - they're useful and meaningful only in the hands who know how to use them.

I impart with you, wisdom.


P.S. I would also like to note that, as with all things -- it's a bad idea to wait until the last minute to complete an assignment or to do something.
Therefore, don't procrastinate and just finish your work ahead of time so you get a "buffer time" in case there's technical issues or emergencies that arise.

Promises

A close friend of mine passed away a few days ago.
The first of December to be exact.

So it begins:

A torrent of despair ravaged my mind, tearing my thoughts asunder.
I turn to my last bastion.
A place nonexistent.
I look,
I look,
Was there aught?
Surrounded by the broken pieces of content, I wandered-
I wandered
I wandered
I wandered
A ray of light shone through the dark, decrepit walls of the crestfallen.
Enveloped by the shadowy recesses of sorrow-
Flames..?
I lay there engulfed in the flames of purification.
A warm flame, a warm heart, offered by a kindred soul.

She said, "If you want, I'm here."
Words I embraced.
Words I needed to hear.

The promise was kept.
That was all I needed.

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We go through life.
Tragedies happen.
Although the disasters can't be averted-
Each of us needs someone to confide in.
At the very least, one person.
We can't always have on a suit of armor.
We aren't invincible.
We're human.
Vulnerabilities are something we share.
We're sentient beings.

What do you think?

Fate

Ever heard of those stories about your life flashing before your very eyes when you're about to die?
Yeah, those were true.

When the last breath is about to be taken-
One can't help but wonder:
What is fate?
A preordained decision?
A transitory occurrence?
What was the point?

We each possess our own experiences.
Our own lives.
Something that may or may not be guided by the hands of lady destiny.

But, just take a moment to ponder-
Ponder on where you're at in life right now.
Is that where you really want to be?
Where do you see yourself in 5, 10 years?
How are you going to make that happen?

Life is too damn short.
We hear that all the time.
People often take it with a grain of salt.
But, why not take that saying to heart?
Reality is what we make of it.
We're the writers of our own stories.
The weavers for the tapestries of fate.
Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise.

The Voices

Media.
It's been around for a long time.
Spanning back to the times of town criers, even further- to now

It can be a powerful tool to those who know how to wield it.
Yet, it's only powerful because we give it power - because we give a damn.
Nothing comes preordained.

Look at all the influential people we have had in history-
They were only influential because their words or actions were heeded by us.
Otherwise, they could've very well been babbling crazies...
Is it starting to make sense?
It's all about the application and intent.

The media is essentially, a double edged sword.
It can be used for good - or for bad.
It can be misused.
It can be even be used to fight the good fight.
Really, it can be used for many things.. to promote others.. or defame them.

It's like a gun.
People can use a gun to murder others... or they can use a gun to rescue others.
People can use media to harm others... or they can use media to save others.
It's really that simple.
We... go through life, underestimating our true potentials.
In the end - to realize that - media was always just a tool.
As with all tools...
Its value goes hand-in-hand with its users, the ones who give it purpose.