Stepping on Broken Glass

One of the things I've learned as I soon reach my 40's is that blogging can be a bit like stepping on shards of glass. And no, it won't be like some Tony Robbins spectacle. It can be excruciating. Unresolved reasoning plus the dawning of a reality that is not as rational as we'd hope to be clouds the mind. This lends the blogger, some dangerous hesitation. Social media, with all the events that transpired has shown the variety of opinions that are proliferating in the wild. Like a goat's diarrhea, the blogger can be put-off from sharing his thoughts out of fear for real-world consequences that can have a direct impact on your physical wellbeing. As I watch the transformation of social discourse across various mediums, each and every one of us fits into a certain mold. Stereotypes. We say what we say, because of our background, our upbringing, education, exposure and experiences. It's very rare to transcend that. It takes a huge amount of intellectual humility to come to grips that even imperfect opinions have a set of eyes and a brain with its own experiences, with its own background and with its own categories. This is where silence can become a weapon. In an age of inundation, sitting down cross-legged with eyes closed can be a welcome refuge from the circus that social discourse has become.