What am I doing here?

Putting down ones' own brain bubbles is not an easy task. Personally, it took me several days, many thinking hours and lots of inquiry for motivation, in order to be here and now writing whatever I want and whatever is possible to be written. I think it is a curse and a gift at the same time; people are never able to write down (or speak out) exactly what their brains produce. Never. The more mediums they use the most possible it becomes for them to depict their cerebral products.

So, despite the extend that my ideas are able to be understood, I am benefiting this relatively new medium, blogging, to achieve a variety of goals; a good place to enhance and practice my English (pfffff), a platform to communicate and be communicated, a way-out-of-boredom, a proof for my self that I am young enough to follow trends and Internet advancements and lastly, the ever -lasting, -existing, -prevailing need to freely and limitless express my ideas. Read a couple of very annoying anti-blogging acts today; one took place in Greece and one in Egypt. Don't fool yourself, freedom doesn't really exist.

I still can't understand how this is happening with my self; everytime I sit down to write, initially, I want to be really light but always ending up putting out pieces of thought that eventually lead to deeper and deeper analysis, synthesis, divergence, convergence...And it is about to start now...almost...it starts...oooo it starts...Publish publish.