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I will dedicate today’s post on explaining to you all why I post in WordPress. It is important my readers acknowledge the reasons behind it, so my readers have some sort of understanding why I write the way I do. I blog for two reasons. No, not three or five. Two. I understand it’s an awkward number given how it is between numbers one and three and it’s the first sucker behind number one. But, yes, two reasons.
I dislike writing since the day I learned English. The rules are so melodramatic and absurd to the extend that I never was able to grasp it. Many talented individuals have advised me the more I write, the more I will improve. I decided to submit to this ideology and experiment on it. When I approached WordPress and I read a post by Mostly Bright Ideas called “Pressed for Time,” I read the numerous responses on his piece, and I knew blogging would be the best tool to determine how well I write. I decided to evaluate my performance based on the following criteria: how often I post, the number of comments, subscribers, followers, and number of Freshly Pressed.
The second reason is encouraging readers to think critically. Many of us have a strong tendency to read and not critically think or respond to it. The ability to comment on posts allow readers the chance to respond and let their voices heard about certain ideas/topics. It also allows everyone to see that people from all over the world might have similar views or different views based on life experiences and cultural background.
Now that you know my reasons for blogging, why do you post on WordPress?
As I progress to adulthood, I always knew I was different. I have no physical or mental disability. I am capable of performing everyday activity without any assistance. I have friends, a social life, and pursing a career. But still, I know I am different.
People might see a beautiful, light, blue sky filled with puffy clouds with different shapes. I see it as the almighty Zeus hiding somewhere behind the heavy clouds watching his creations at its work. My friends chit-chat non-stop about things happening in school and gossip about people and latest trends. I rather zone out and imagine being a photographer and traveling across the world just to get an extraordinary picture to put into my collage. But again, I know I am different.
I do question if it is because I don’t follow the norms. But then again, what is normal nowadays? Norms change all the time. One day it is considered wrong and unjustified. Next day, it’s the biggest trend. So I thought I might be unique. I act and think differently because I have a different perspective and think critically. But doesn’t everyone feel that way? But then again, I know I am different.
We are humans and the only existing living species classified in the Homo genus. How are we so different?
I have dwelt in this thought for quite some time. Quite mind-boggling like figuring out the algorithm to rotating the same colors on all sides of a Rubik’s cube. Just couple days ago, somehow and somewhere, it just hit me and I found the answer.
I am myself and there’s just no one that is I. There is only one of me and one of you. You can’t be me because there’s only one of me in this world and same for you. There are no copies of me. No copies of you. I am myself and you are yourself. If there is a replication of me, it is then can I compare and determine if I am different and the logic applies for you too. I can’t be different then because there is only one of me and only one of you. It can’t be compared, thus, you and I are not different.
I am not different. I am myself, the one and only kind.