It takes bravado or stupidity or both to pour your thoughts out to the Internet here on blogsphere. Tenacity is also a key ingredient. There aren't many things that last in this life, as a pastor once said in a new year's sermon, "2014 will be but a blink in our eye when we look back, poof and it will be gone", using the soap bubble as an illustration.
True. As I look around today, several more of my favorite blogs have all but stopped or disappeared from my blogroll. What happened, I ask myself. Perhaps life takes over, but perhaps blog is a transient phase in some of our lives. It serves a role when words spring forth and need to be heard, in a way that warrants writing down, so it may be read and re-read and perhaps even remain beyond the span of that bubble bursting.
But I'd like to think they were so good they've moved on to publishing for a living. Yes, if I were the painter of this story, that's how I'd place them. I know this because some has left their words behind, and I am so glad to see it. These are quality words, ones read in a year or more and they still ring true, still resonate, still take your breath away.
That's when you say, perhaps we are more than but a bubble bursting through this universe, perhaps we can leave a mark somehow, sometimes, that brings about colors and life through many suns and moons and bubbles bursting and beyond.