About

When I was a younger, I would sit and imagine that 100 years ago there lived a little girl who was just like me.  This little girl and I were destined to be best friends, but unfortunately, we were born 100 years apart and she hadn't kept a journal.

Then one day I realized that even if she did exist, no one would even know it.  Because as soon as someone dies, and everyone who knows them dies, they are nearly completely erased from history.  Then I realized that there were thousands upon thousands of people who've been completely forgotten.  All of these people might have been smart and interesting and maybe even heroes in their own time, but now? Now no one knows about them.  Not only are their names forgotten, but we've forgotten that they ever even existed.

So this is me, trying to do what they couldn't.  Not because I believe my life or my thoughts to be so terribly life changing (although I might say that they have changed my life... har.har.), but rather because I'd like leave something.  A blog isn't much, but it's something - footprints, impressions, a reminder that I once was. Assurance that I won't be forgotten. Is that arrogant? Yeah, kinda. But we each have our fatal flaw, and if mine is pridefully chronically my thoughts online, I pray you will forgive me.

As a result, it's OK that no one reads it now, because to be honest, I don't think I'm even really writing it to be read today.  I think that secretly, I'm hoping that someday there will be a little girl just like me who's looking for a friend. And even though I can't live long enough to be her real friend, maybe she'll find this, and then we can be partial friends - friends across time or reason, but friends nevertheless.