Why Are You Here?

I had to wipe off a lot of dust when writing this post. It's obvious to me now that my blog updates are scarce. I actually enjoy writing it, I just hate the idea of showing it to others. Every time I put my blog post on Facebook and Twitter, I feel like I'm asking for attention. I hate the idea of craving attention. It's on a very short list of qualities I do not enjoy in a person. That's probably why I'm so hesitant to come off that way.

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"Yeah, everything is great now."

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It seems like lately that appearing artistic requires the necessary trait of wanting attention from others. The greatest writer in the world wouldn't really be the greatest writer in the world if he burned every page he wrote.

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"I think it's because I'm such an artistic person"

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I don't necessarily think you need to crave attention to be artistic.

But artists have to at least convince themselves that they're artistic if they want to be artists.

It's a compliment to me that you're reading this. You've apparently realized you're somewhat interested in my life if you're reading this. Thanking you for that is a minimal sign of gratitude.

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"What are your stories about, Ryan?"

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I think psychology is all about putting people in groups. I also think that's why a lot of people don't care for it.

People don't like to be put in groups. Who would? Someone else telling you who they think you are: squishing you into a box, telling you that you'll fit.

I don't think anyone has a complete grasp on their life. Everyone has that little part of themselves that they don't understand. That part you think about when you're lying on your back in bed. Or that part you think about when you're sitting on a bus looking out the window.

Maybe artists just translate that part of them into something.

I think the most important thing we can do in the world is to be content.

Thank you for reading.