“…Others’ photos are a way to understand and appreciate how THEY see the world.”
One of the most fascinating aspects of keeping a blog isn’t necessarily the act of writing it – it’s the life that it lives without you. Once I commit a thought to type, that’s the point in which we break up. I’ve already lived it, felt it and mostly processed it. Sure, there will be threads, memories or emotions that stay with me but often writing things down is like an exorcism.
Once I press publish whatever happens after that is in little satellite offices around the globe. Pairs of eyes glance over the words, see the pictures and they do their own magic. That magic is a secret kept from me. I handed over my piece of a greater puzzle and someone else put it in place. In turn maybe they do the same for someone else and so on and so on.
Scars you refuse to hide can become lighthouses that warn other people who are headed to the same rocks you crashed on.
— Jon Acuff (@JonAcuff) July 28, 2012
People come, read and take what they need. Sometimes that’s mindless entertainment, sometimes it’s a deep-thought catalyst, a pretty picture, fellowship or maybe something else entirely. Or maybe nothing. On this side of the screen, I’ll never know what is needed on the other side. And so I continue to press in one direction – forward based on my whims.
After all these years, it still fascinates me that anyone reads this blog… and then comes back and reads it again! It has become clear to me that the only thing that I DO know about anything is that I don’t know anything about anything.
The most deep and surprising ripple on the surface of this little pond came as a result of showing my cards when I was in a mentally hurtin’ place. That’s when the angels among you quietly said “me too,” or sent words of encouragement or just checked on me to see if I was still kickin’. Perhaps I didn’t thank you directly. There is no excuse for my silence. Sometimes I just don’t know how to deal with people directly. I bet you figured as much.
For a long time it felt necessary to keep a stiff upper lip, keep my trap shut, and keep curating the idea of a breezy life. But, you know? That’s a lie and it’s too exhausting to keep up the facade. While some people may have changed the channel as a result of my occasional melancholy, some drew in closer. For that I am grateful. For you, I am grateful.
Why would anyone who comes to read a blog ostensibly about motorcycles care what’s happening to my brain? I’m guessing because this space has always been about living more so than motorcycles. They’re just the ribbons that tie our hands together, the vehicle to explore the world and ourselves. Like the pictures that Ry mentioned in the quote at the top of the page – this blog is just a way to understand how I see the world. Even for me. Especially for me.