Prelude to a Blog

Finding a name for this blog was not easy to do, most likely because I was not sure what I wanted to do with it. I knew I wanted a blog because writing in the first-person like this is very comforting for me and I like talking about things that do not come up in normal conversations, but these small attributes did not readily provide a name for a blog (much less a theme).

 My brother told me to name it something that expresses myself in some way, so I did something like that.

            In the more cynical moments of my life, I have felt that people use me very much like a stepping stool. Much like how a child needs a stepping stool to reach the tools that bring them to adulthood, it was my assigned purpose to help people move from one stage to another. I suppose that this is not a bad thing in-and-of itself, except stepping stools are discarded or put away when they are no longer deemed necessary.

I believe that things should be allowed to mature instead of being discarded entirely. A teacher becomes a peer when they have nothing new to teach their student. A mentor becomes a colleague to the apprentice who has mastered his trade. A parent becomes a friend. The only type of destruction that works with love is a type of progressive demolition. You may have to discard parts of relationships, but you discard them because they are toxic to more mature forms of love. Parts of relationships are destroyed so things even more beautiful can begin to form. It would be terrible for a relationship to never change, but it would be worse if they were discarded whenever they did.

It helps me to think about it this way. Suppose you were to marry your best friend. It would be very silly if you only loved her as a friend loves another friend, never once holding hands, kissing, or continually ditching her so you can see someone else. But it would be even worse to forget the reasons you first loved her: because she can kick your ass at Halo, because his favorite movie is Moulin Rouge, because you both compete over who can win the heart of Neil Patrick Harris, or because she was your first dance partner.

What I hope for this blog is that it helps me better love the things around me. After all, you only bother to try and know something because of love (whether it be healthy or unhealthy). In some sense, I don’t really mind if my blog is unknown by everyone, but I do want help on this project of mine. I want this blog to be a stepping stool to something better, with thoughts and loves that evolve and are never forgotten.


"And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. "