flowers

a friend recently commented on the vulnerability revealed to who knows who through blogs. why do we share our deepest pains, written as it were on the store fronts of any city? do people pass by and wonder about the meaning? is our world so isolated that words are expressed on store fronts with the hope of someone coming inside to hold our hand and light a candle? I don't feel shame as I pursue truth through this form. for some reason, the feelings inside come out when I write. for me, it is a blessing to share. but my friend, has a really good point. why do we reveal our inner person so freely? it is a modern concern. and yet, there is nothing new under the sun. in what ways did our ancestors do the same thing?

books are even more risky. write a book with your name attached and the store front could have flowers next to it or be smashed by flying stones. it is human to want to share our experience.
that's all I can think of.