Saturday 28 April 2012

Contemplating a choice...

A new blog page. With a new muse. The idea is to create someone who can be me. Someone to represent me in the cyber world.

My concern should be - who's coming to seek out this blog and discover me anyway, right?
But then, that's an existential concern.

Everyone hopes to be found out some day. Or don't they? I guess a little of both.

Everyone wakes up to days they want to be "found out" - My holiday shall be, that they remember me. My paradise, the fame, that they pronounce my name... 

But doesn't everyone also have days when they just want to be this one ordinary face that can mingle and be lost in a crowd? Like a candle lit at noon. Or a snowflake in a sea? Days when we don't want to be found out? Days when "anonymity" feels like the safety of a cocoon. When cognizance of being an entity in infinity is oddly comforting? Where the subjectively applicable life changing instances become inconsequential to the objective big picture...

Moments, when you truly don't want to matter. Because the strings attached bear too much onus? Because you're starting to understand how the trade off works - you're important if you matter; but you're free if you don't.

And somehow, there are days, when I find that choice very unfair...