The beginning is the end, the end is the beginning

Some time ago, I started a blogging initiative on the much more simplistic platform of world's largest software company. I considered it to be no more than a simple experiment, to see what it would be like to be part of that strange blogging community. Yes, 'cause let's be honest, blogging indeed is a peculiar thing. It tends to the sharing of our lives with others, our thoughts, our feelings, our likes and dislikes. It opens up our private being to that open, unknown and mysterious world, whereas in that same world we live in, we try to more and more fight for our privacy, for the life we'd rather call oùr life.

To me this seems a contradiction, in the most pure sense of that word. But even a world where logics rule needs contradictions. And you could say even more: this contradiction could simply be the outcome of a logical process: where the world searches to open up our lives, we choose ourselves to what extent we give an opening in that privacy by blogging it openly, out loud and with the limitations we choose ourselves. We keep the private parts we want, while the world gets a slice of some of our precious secrets.

To come back where I started this post, on this grey and cloudy day of beginning Belgian autumn, I once again start a new experience. A new box of 80 percent cacao chocolotas next to my laptop. Some refreshend thoughts. A new form of expressing myself to the world, choosing my own boundaries, stating my own desires. For whom is interested: be my guest. For whom is not: have a nice life, I'm sure anything I have to say about my own life could make yours better. So why read? Who knows, life is a mystery, remember?