A New Beginning
I made it! I’m finally sitting down to write my first blog post, after months of doubt, procrastination, and apprehensiveness.
I’ve pondered the idea of a blog for a much longer time than I’ve spent making it a reality. The people I’ve talked to about blogging in general have always asked me what I intended to write. “Do you have a plan?” they say eagerly, cracking their knuckles in unexpected vigor. “A strategy? A bullet pointed, category-divided, color-coded catalogue of what you want to include?” And this is when I pause for a moment, slightly nonplussed, before saying, “No, not really.”
I don’t have a plan. I don’t want to have one, because plans are the death of spontaneity. And that’s why I struggle to categorize this blog. What is it? The more I mull over it, the more I realize that I don’t want it to fit a certain box– I want it to be it’s own identity, distinct and independent in its content. I want it to be a hotchpotch of odd writings and hastily penned thoughts, a medley of muses, colors, and ideas that captivate its readers as much as they do its writer. I want it to be the first source I turn to when I race to form something substantial from a fleeting thought that crosses my mind before it turns to dust.
And so I can’t give you an exhaustive list of what you might find here; I can’t provide you with more preamble than this: it most probably is going to be a disorderly, bizarre assortment of pieces ranging from one random spectrum of topics to another. It’s going to be impossible to connect the dots; it’s going to make you think and ponder and scrutinize as you work your way through my articles– which is exactly what I want you to do, because all good writing leaves one more knowledgeable than before.
I want to be able to give this blog my full, unfiltered self, but for that, as for all things real and visceral, I need to be unanchored from constraining labels and restrictive expectations of what a blog might entail. And so I’ve decided to officially un-categorize my blog.
Now that you know that I’m as clueless as you are about what to expect from this blog, we can take a step back together and look at the messy scramble of thoughts we have in front of us in a new light. It doesn’t fall into any category, it has no clear sense of direction; instead, it evolves with the ticking of the clock, it grows as time passes, using slivers of the passing world around it to give shape to its being. It’s amoebic, it’s unchained, and it’s free to transform into whatever it wants.
My attempt to pump life into new ideas, opinions, and reflections in this space will perhaps not be as uniform as I’d like them to be. Blogging is definitely not something I’d ever thought of as easy or straightforward, but it’s a challenge I’m willing to take on. Hopefully with a little bit of luck and a whole lot of coffee, I’ll be able to make this work.
Although I’m a writer, I hate reading long articles as much as the next person, so I’m going to keep this introduction short. As this blog is a direct consequence of the lockdown imposed on all of us due to the Coronavirus pandemic, the outside world is cut off from me– but even so, I hope I attain enough inspiration to keep the stream of thoughts steady and undying. Wish me luck, and see you whenever the next chaotic muddle of ideas waltzes through my mind.