Purposeful Blogging: Is there such a thing?

I don't think so with a clause. Many would say it's "glorified venting." I would agree. But where's Alanis Morrisette when you need her? I'm going to blog about why blogs are senseless. I guess it's just that I want to resist the subtle temptation of being defined by how good or bad my blog is. There's something in me that says I want to be most novel most witty and most unique, then I will have arrived. This information space that many fill with thoughts is comparable to an ant in our solar system. It's seemingly insignificant. But I'm in. My process of processing information has to go somewhere, an avenue to spill my guts with anonymity (save the three readers that may actually visit, my wife included).

I'm 24. I have no business writing "publish worthy" or "non-publishworthy (for that matter)" books or even essays for a couple more decades or after a series of postgraduate degrees. I would even suggest that I will have few "publish worthy" blogs. Yet, the blog has become my outlet for thoughts, reflections, and astonishments. The purpose behind all of this is to somehow flesh out my own interpretations of daily, weekly encounters with life and people and God. It seems that to make the most valiant effort to interpret these things, it must be done with the overarching assumption that there is a cohesive reason for the events that take place in my life and others'. They are in themselves purposeful and meaningful. So I proceed, not with caution but expectation to see what the future archives of this blog will absorb and maintain.