Ramblings of a (formerly) troubled mind

Greetings

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Sometimes, the weight of it all can feel overwhelming. Yet I wake up in the morning and go again. I journal (nearly) every morning, and it is a potpourri of random thoughts that I keep promising (myself) to explore further. Some of them. Most of them fall under the heading ‘verbal diarrhoea’. Not an aesthetically pleasing image, but it feels appropriate. The blank page beckons. Sometimes, a blank screen does the same. And so I type hoping that there will be a semblance of sense amidst the nonsense.

But, for the last couple of years, I have been following Willem Dafoe’s habit of never going back to read what he journals, which means I never take the time to extract the rare gems in my journals. Thinking of changing that and building my next book out of that.

Often, I open a new Substack post and, because the intention was always to share interesting links, I end up not writing anything because it feels like work. It is easier to simply write (type) in the hope that others will find some benefit in these ramblings. My first newsletter, circa 2005, initially typed on a Blackberry, was called Ramblings. It went out to, eventually, about 100 subscribers. I, eventually, also posted them on Blogger under the title Infinite Pursuit.

The question that plagues me is ‘what is it all for?’ One of the answers is to be interesting, as Sizakele Marutlulle talked about in my podcast.

Another answer is ‘making sense of my thoughts and the world.’ That is how I came to writing. That is why my father always encouraged me to put my thoughts down on the page. Taking blogging seriously by Tom Critchlow reminded me of this. I have had multiple blogs over the years. My website is built around my blog. And yet, I still debate about whether to use that space or this one to, essentially, blog.

The more I write, the more questions (for myself) I have.

Easy

Kojo