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My mind is confused and direction-less at this very moment in time; I feel like saying something, yet I have completely no idea what to really say. Sometimes, I wonder why we blog. Do we really need to keep track of our ideas, behaviours, thoughts, feelings and emotions?
To quote from Wai Kit:
"Online chats are screened with an invisible filter, sieving all forms of emotions. Hand signals, facial expressions, the flick of a smile, the streak of a frown, are found not on these chats. Yet, i go online.
I think its my form of escapism from the real world, to chat with aquaintances without the hassle of a claptrap. Over the net, we talk about anything and everything. When everything slowly dwindles to less things to nothing, you just simply morph into a sitting veggie awaiting people to come online for everything yet nothing. Its as if they were everything to you, but when they finally do come online, you realise its silly anticipation for nothing.
It just struck me how true his words were. Every night, I go online, only to find that I really have nothing to talk about. Perhaps then, keeping a diary or web log helps us take away some of this loneliness we constantly face. People keep diaries and disallow anyone else from reading it; they write down their deepest desires in them, and the irony is, if only they get to read it, what's the point of keeping a diary when all of it comes from the person keeping it him/herself? Online diaries, web logs, etc. are slightly different, other users get to see them openly on the World Wide Web. But the motive remains the same, to express what a person genuinely (I hope) feels at that particular moment.
Does all this stem from a deep-seated need and sub-conscious desire to feel secure? Are we Homo Sapiens insecure creatures that are constantly plagued by loneliness? Why do we all have families and friends? Question upon question only bring a trillion more. Indeed, we humans are fragile beings. In the day, we hide behind a mask of strength, of power, but when night falls, and when all is dark, we begin to question the very nature of our existence. What are we doing on this world? "Ego" only stems from the insecurity people feel. People need and want this assurance that they are good for something. Tell me if I'm wrong.
And amongst all the shit proclaiming humans as the most intelligent creature on Earth, amongst all the rubbish celebrating and embracing human achievements, we have to remind ourselves that we are in reality insecure beings. Despite wielding technological wonders and scientific advancement, man remains in awe of some of the phenomenon we witness everyday, and even in an age of electric lamps, people still fear the night to a certain degree. We certainly haven't changed much through the course of history. And someone just told me this sounds like a GP essay.
My mind is confused and direction-less at this very moment in time; I feel like saying something, yet I have completely no idea what to really say. Sometimes, I wonder why we blog. Do we really need to keep track of our ideas, behaviours, thoughts, feelings and emotions?
To quote from Wai Kit:
"Online chats are screened with an invisible filter, sieving all forms of emotions. Hand signals, facial expressions, the flick of a smile, the streak of a frown, are found not on these chats. Yet, i go online.
I think its my form of escapism from the real world, to chat with aquaintances without the hassle of a claptrap. Over the net, we talk about anything and everything. When everything slowly dwindles to less things to nothing, you just simply morph into a sitting veggie awaiting people to come online for everything yet nothing. Its as if they were everything to you, but when they finally do come online, you realise its silly anticipation for nothing.
It just struck me how true his words were. Every night, I go online, only to find that I really have nothing to talk about. Perhaps then, keeping a diary or web log helps us take away some of this loneliness we constantly face. People keep diaries and disallow anyone else from reading it; they write down their deepest desires in them, and the irony is, if only they get to read it, what's the point of keeping a diary when all of it comes from the person keeping it him/herself? Online diaries, web logs, etc. are slightly different, other users get to see them openly on the World Wide Web. But the motive remains the same, to express what a person genuinely (I hope) feels at that particular moment.
Does all this stem from a deep-seated need and sub-conscious desire to feel secure? Are we Homo Sapiens insecure creatures that are constantly plagued by loneliness? Why do we all have families and friends? Question upon question only bring a trillion more. Indeed, we humans are fragile beings. In the day, we hide behind a mask of strength, of power, but when night falls, and when all is dark, we begin to question the very nature of our existence. What are we doing on this world? "Ego" only stems from the insecurity people feel. People need and want this assurance that they are good for something. Tell me if I'm wrong.
And amongst all the shit proclaiming humans as the most intelligent creature on Earth, amongst all the rubbish celebrating and embracing human achievements, we have to remind ourselves that we are in reality insecure beings. Despite wielding technological wonders and scientific advancement, man remains in awe of some of the phenomenon we witness everyday, and even in an age of electric lamps, people still fear the night to a certain degree. We certainly haven't changed much through the course of history. And someone just told me this sounds like a GP essay.
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