So, what now?...

This blog, was formed with the concept of pain in mind. My pain. Over time, however, it morphed into a jumbled collection of my thoughts---a journal in some ways. Yet now, I feel I have reached the end of a long traversed road. While the hollow echos of my soul were keenly felt in the beginning, there is nothing now. It's a good nothing; as it stirs no loneliness, no depression lingering from long ago. Yet, somewhere along the way I've lost my reason for writing this blog. It's no longer therapy, and it's no longer a journal... what is it then?
   This is the question that has been hounding me for the last several months. Many say, that a blog can only be successful if it has a sole purpose. BUT, my blog has lost much of it's purpose. I've grown up, I've won my battles, and now I stand as a conquer overlooking the road which has lead me here.
   There's no doubt in my mind that the pain will return one day. When it does, I fully intend to again take my pain, and redirect it into words. Because words are so much more beautiful, when fueled by something real.
   For now though, the question: is what I'm doing now, enough? begs to be answered. Is this blog still functional, without a sole purpose? Some blog about books, others blog about politics. Still others blog about beauty, and maybe photography. Me? Where do I fit into all of this?
   I've been at this keyboard, so many times before, and not known what to write about. It isn't writer's block that holds me back, it's the lack of a definition of what I can write about.

   I blog about me. But is me, enough?

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