Don’t I have anything better to say?

I’ll admit — despite that nobody has ever said that to me, it sure is one of the most frequent questions I ask myself. “Do I have something better to say today?” And I’m not sure if other daily bloggers/creators feel the same way. They probably don’t because the ones who’re popular rave about the three core benefits of public journaling — develop outstanding observational powers, better communication, and their ability to knock out a post at will.

I’m not sure if all of that applies to me, particularly, that bit about cracking out a post at will. I can’t. I stuck with writing right before bed for the longest time until it began to feel like a chore to get done with. Switching to writing first thing in the morning worked for me until my schedule changed again. And the days I’ve tried to postpone writing to afternoon, almost always never gets done. But perhaps, that’s just me.

Regardless, my life, vision, outlook, and the struggles are quite different from the celebrity writers, authors, and bloggers out there. They truly are unique and although it’s quite possible that you’re able to resonate with my life, thoughts, and struggles, I’m no different from the countless wannabes who’re trying something or the other to either make a difference or a quick buck.

Thankfully, making a difference is what compelled me to experiment with a hundred different things before settling onto daily blogging as one of my core activities. Yes, it can get boring, redundant, and repetitive at times but there’s only so much you can share by way of assertions or strong opinions anyway.

And as much as I would love to blog about 12,775 different ideas — one each day till the time I die, assuming I live for another 35 years — over the course of my life, I can’t. I don’t think anybody can. What we can do is share 10,000 different dimensions on the same damn idea. Or perhaps micro-ideas that may or may not connect or lead to a bigger idea. That’s how our brains work.

Heck, even the Book of Ecclesiastes’ author complains frequently in the book about the monotony of life. The entire passage reads, “The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.”

What do I have to complain for? Nothing actually. I ain’t no special snowflake and neither are you.

By Sunil Nair

Nurturing leaders of tomorrow.

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