Why is Their Air?

Why do I write? It is a way of preserving my thoughts, of saying I was here, and here is what I thought. It is a sort of immortality, maybe all that I will ever have. I think about who will read my writing. Given the nature of the internet, there is no telling who will stumble across my blog. Or, when they will stumble across it. It depends on whether anyone continues to pay the bills.

I wish there was a way that you could set up a site on the internet so that it would be preserved in perpetuity. Then my writing would have a chance of surviving me. Who knows what person in the future will read my blog and learn something important to them from it.

Physical books are not much better. They have to be stored someplace. They have to be fostered by someone. They aren’t as expensive as web sites are but they definitely have to be stored and taken care of by someone.

Well, that’s my musings for this evening. I’m going to say goodnight and go snuggle with my puppies and my sweet heart.

Sweet dreams, don’t forget to tell the ones you love that you love them, and most important of all, be kind.