A glance in the mirror

     This question bothers me: why do I blog?  ("Blog" is a verb now, is it not?)
     I discovered at least part of the answer last Saturday, when I happened across my college diary.  Below is the quotation I jotted in the front cover back then.  It rings true for me yet:


     "I find myself astonished at mankind's persistent yet vain attempts to escape the certainty of oblivion; expressed in nothing less than the ancient pyramids and by nothing more than a stick in a child's hand, etching a name into a freshly poured sidewalk.  To leave our mark in the unset concrete of time - something to say we existed.
     Perhaps this is what drives our species to diaries, that some unborn generation may know we once loved, hated, worried, and laughed.  And what is there to this?  Maybe nothing more than poetic gesture, for diaries die with their authors - or so I once believed.  I have learned there is more to the exercise.  For as we chronicle our lives and the circumstances that surround them, our perspectives and stretching rationales, what lies before us is our own reflection.
      It is the glance in the mirror that is of value.
     These are my words on the matter and I leave it at this - if we write but one book in our life, let it be our autobiography."


     ~ Richard Paul Evans, Timepiece