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Why do we blog? Or, I guess I should ask, why do you blog? I suppose there are a myriad of reasons for doing so, there must be for there are millions of blogs out there, literally. If you have ever looked at the catalogue of blogs, you know what I am talking about.

I am quite fascinated by the many blogs I have stumbled upon; some I quickly dismiss, some I am indistinctly interested in and visit at random, and then there are the few that I visit regularly. I am sure, if I permitted myself more time, the list for the latter category would be much longer.
Of note, something that truly fascinates and inspires me is the many different approaches to blogging. I have come across some really beautifully decorated blogs that say nothing in particular and, conversely, I have come across some rather crude looking blogs that truly have something to say that captivates me. This, of course, is all my own personal opinion and subject to my perspective on, well, everything.

I started blogging as a way to discipline myself into writing more often and further to allow others to read my writing, moreover, to criticize what I put out there. In some deluded fashion, this is giving me confidence in my writing. What I did not expect to get from the feedback was the inspiration to keep going.
One aspect of the feedback that I have been grappling with personally is the blog awards that are floating about. I have received a few of these awards but they have strings attached. This last point defeats the purpose of the award, in my own limited opinion. However, I do want to celebrate a few blogs that I visit on a regular basis that I believe make a difference – if only to me.

Here I celebrate;

Kenia at http://diariosdefilosofia.blogspot.com/
because she is fantastic, positive and genuine. I visit her daily. Her feedback is food for me.

because she does inspire serenity and touches many people with her story.

simply because I am inspired by the way she sees the world.
because she says it the way she thinks it. We should all be so free (and young!) Sometimes she scares me and that is good too.

I am going to stop there for now. Like I said, this list would be much longer if I could spend more time online reading.

Who would you like to celebrate?

Comments

  1. Kenia SantosJune 16, 2009

    Oh, thank you much for celebrating Diários de Filosofia in its 1-year birthday! Did you read my mind on that? I'm going to visit the other blogs you mentioned, because if you appreciate them it's because they are really good. Thanks for being there for me, for being a real friend in a strange virtual world, for reading me and leaving such beautiful words that always make my heart smile. You're precious. All my love to you.

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  2. Lagean EllisJune 17, 2009

    You are such a kind, sweet soul. I cannot tell you how much it has touched me to have you think of me and "celebrate" me.

    I do so enjoy blogging and reading your posts, as well as, others. I only wish sometimes that I could just spend my days reading them and being inspired.

    Again, I thank you! I hope I continue giving you the content that touches you.

    Hugs and Talk soon!
    Gena

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