In my relatively short number years of blogging I’ve found that few, in comparison to millions, of fellow bloggers pause to show amiability. And those who do spend a short time of a week or two, sometimes longer or shorter, then they continue on down their own road in the direction they were going and leave you to continue doing or going where you were headed. I like the term “our paths crossed.” It’s a good fit. Our paths cross then we move on in our own direction.
When somebody new hits my blog and happens to find a post of mine that strikes them at just the perfect time for something they were struggling with, often they react by telling me how great is my blog, my writing, and in general everything about me(whom they really don’t know and how could they.) It has in the past given me a glowing warmth of encouragement, and the temporary feeling that maybe my words are worth something after all! I’m chuckling.
Encouragement is nice, but it’s always short lived and such accolades should be politely met, but accepted with the knowledge that in a very short time very likely the same are going to again be a stranger to your blog, none the less.
Our paths merely crossed. It was a pleasant exchange. No regrets.
The answer, of course, is to not hold on too tight nor take the passing moment too seriously. Life is a journey – the fun comes from experiencing it from one present moment to the next.
Third chapter of (OT) Ecclesiastes 3:1 “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” There is a time. And a God given limit to that time. For life itself is merely a breath and it too is gone.