Blogging is an addiction. Clicking on the Publish button gives an instant high. We celebrate our independence – freedom from being at a publisher’s mercy.
Blogging is a habit. I write during breaks from work, in very un-poetic environs and hide the screen in place teeming with people. I worry about not giving out my best, but manage to write something. And that lends an unparalleled level of confidence – that the muse is alive and kicking.
I’ve come to see blogging as a core competence, something I was unaware of myself till a few years ago. I see a family elder on the verge of dementia, with his professional intelligence still intact. I choose to let this art remain with me – till my last breath. I will blog as long as fingers work, or devices accept voice commands. Maybe someday the devices read my thoughts, and that will make me eternal.