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There will be blog....they will be blogging...

Of late, as I've become an addict of the lifestyle, self-improvement and human-interest oriented articles on Huffington Post, I've started to wonder what makes them so true to life, so suitable to my current situation and state of mind. Weren't blog posts supposed to be undirected musings, boring soliloquies, inscrutable liturgies on subjects that only generate apathy but never interest? Well, if I had thought that, I've apparently been reading the wrong kinds of blogs, and looking in the wrong places for interesting stuff to read.

The truth is, human nature is interestingly divergent, yet strikingly similar. Scores of people have been in the same situations as I am in now, they've had similar experiences, chuckled at the same social gaffes, shaken their heads over the same misgivings, regretted similar blunders and bypassed the same obligations. For it is inherent to human nature to second-guess, share fears, look for justification, and gang up where possible.
So it's no wonder Huffpost has articles that seem to be written with me in mind. As long as there are people and fingertips with typing skills, there will be blood, and they will be blogging.

How heartening for a reader, how inspiring for a writer! As, you see, those who can't do, teach, and those who can't we'd, plan, is only one school of thought. There are other fish in this school, which believe that to do is to teach by example, and to do is to become better at doing, and teaching side by side. I'd aspire to teach by doing, and thus do my job of teaching better each day. Enough of this wordplay; it gets tiresome. All I am saying is, if I am stimulated by the stuff I read, the pieces I write turn out better. And perhaps, in time, they will inspire me to write better. So let there be words, wordplay, and they will be blogging. Here's to us!


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