Disclaimer: No, this isn’t an advertisement for WordPress.com (Why would I advertise on WordPress if you’re already on the site? It’s like a soap company asking you to wash their soaps with their soaps. Ah, not the best analogy, but nothing. Get the point.)
I’ve kind of given away what this post is intended to be about (or indented to be about. Please appreciate the joke. PLEASE. (That is, if you’ve got it. (If not, move on.)))
It’s meta. That’s it. That’s the topic. Meta. I don’t know why I’m writing (as always, there’s some amount of self-loathing at the beginning of every post); there’s some inexplicable feeling of joy just pressing the keys on the keyboard. The sound of the fingers sinking into the keyboard against the force of the springs making their way against gravity and popping the keys back up to their intended (or indented) height is so…othing. Reducing the unnecessary description – I love typing. Probably I love my keyboard. Or my fingers. Or just the melody.
There’s a point to writing this post – it’s to encourage people to write. Back in the days when I wasn’t an avid reader, I’d think, “Am I really missing out on life? What’s the point of literacy anyway?” I can’t stress any more on going against such a frame (or train) of thought – become literate, borrow a book (or books) and just start reading – it could be any book, by any author, and on any topic; just read. The kind of perspective change that one can go through by reading is something that cannot be put down in words; it’s something that can only be experienced, and noticed when one juxtaposes themselves with their pre-reader version.
But if one reads avidly and enjoys do so thoroughly, what’s the point of writing? Why even bother putting your thoughts out on paper or on the internet? There’s none, as such, apart from the joy of just writing your heart out. It’s similar to reading; you wouldn’t know unless you’ve done it. That’s why there exist so many blogs (akin to this one) on which people write and write and write without the expectation of getting readers or popularity; it’s purely for the joy of it. It’s also like your public literary timestamps – your worldviews, thoughts, attitude, state of mind – at the time of writing. But that’s the secondary part. Just typing away in your free time with or without substance in the articles is what your ideal source of “typing joy” should be. And, of course, if everyone wants to just read then who’ll write what people will (perhaps) read?
With the world population ever on the upward growth path, individualism attempting to catch up through social media and other means aimed at making one “stand out from the crowd”, it’s become a tussle finding a truly “unique” identity these days in the sea of humanity (a-ha, so poetic). Whatever a person may think of is probably already done by someone else somewhere else on the planet. Writing comes into picture somehow, at this point – your thoughts could be treated as your identity since you’ve been molded into what you are right now by the almost infinitely many experiences you’ve been through all your life so far – and you can express all of these thoughts pointing towards “you” through writing.
Your views may be influenced by what you’ve read, what you’ve seen, what you’ve heard, and you may resonate with someone else when they express similar views – this could also make you think that everyone thinks alike. It may be so, but when you take the entirety of your “thought world” as a single, combined entity, it turns out to be unique – no one is like you, you are like no one. You aren’t special, but you’re special, and everyone is special in their own ways, but no one is special. Confused? Get the point the way you wish to. Make me feel as though I’ve said something profound.
I love the way you’ve come down all the way through this post so far. I’d not thought of the structure, or even the idea on which to write this post – I just opened WordPress and saw a draft titled “[Meta]”, not sure what I’d saved it for. But as I said earlier, the keyboard springs are irresistible. Actually, as I type, I realize that this paragraph has become meta too. So, epic win. Point made through (?)
I don’t know how to end posts.