The blog. It used to be called a journal, or a diary. Remember that? Or was that before your time? It's almost before mine. I'm twenty-two and I find myself separating from the written word. I find this to be sad.
I heard that people used to send written letters to each other in the past. I hear that there are a few who still do. Oh, how I'd love to receive a letter from someone in their own hand writing.
I'm among those who strive for individuality and self-dependence, yet we lean ourselves on to this thing we all call technology. I miss the way men used to earn and work and live and I never was apart of it. I feel as if I was born in the wrong era. I'm old fashioned. My morals are old fashioned. I still believe that a man is a man and woman is a woman. I believe in chivalry and respect. I still think that the elders know more than we do when it comes to living. This is called wisdom...
Whatever, I'm just ranting. I've nothing to say as of right now...sometimes we should just leave it at that. Why talk when you have nothing to say? Like listening when you can't hear.
Love In Christ,