I Make a Sound
The tree thing; of course it makes a sound. Tree, land, impact, sound…has to happen.
Except, suppose in this one case the impact made no sound at all? If there was no one around, how do we know? There is no answer, but it makes you think.
It makes me think about blogging.
If you submit a post on the internet and no one ever reads it, did you have any impact? Did you even make a sound?
It makes me think about life.
If you pass away and leave nothing behind, no memories, no ideas, no children, no friends, did you have any impact? Did you even make a sound?
That is why I blog. In addition to enjoying the writing, and the cyber-friends I have made, it is my way of having some impact. It is my way of making a sound.
I’m not sure I have made that much of an impact in my life. I have four terrific children and five terrific grandchildren. I expect they will have an impact, they will be my sound, but much of my own life I have been quiet. I did all the things you are supposed to do. I went to school and earned my college degree. I raised a family. I put food on the table and a roof over heads, but in the great scheme of things I've been quiet. I spent forty years working for the same firm which eventually had to be bought out to avoid going into bankruptcy…no sound there.
So I blog.
It is fun. It is rewarding. I meet people. I exchange ideas and opinions. I share in peoples good times and their bad times. I hear what others have to say. That means they make a sound.
If you read this; I made a sound.