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It’s been a century and a day since I’ve made a Tumblr post. I guess my erratic relationship with Tumblr has yet to smooth itself. Perhaps it’s for the best.
I’ve had this account for seven years despite changing URLs and blog names, but I can’t find myself to delete it - it’s part of me. I still regret deleting my myspace account, which harbored post-teen-angst me, which then passed the torch to Tumblr seven years ago. Sometimes, I wonder what type of person would I be if it wasn’t for Tumblr?
Now, I’m unsure why I’m having this dialogue with myself. In all honestly, I’m uncertain why I do a lot of things, for example, I’ve been in the process of leaving my banking city to go back to my african village for the past 72 hours. Each morning, I fail to leave. Maybe because I fear the long uncomfortable ride. When will Cameroon understand that 5 seats in a car does not mean 8 people. But the roads are far worst.
I guess what I really wanted to say how happy Tumblr has made me feel. It’s always a pleasure to consciously type in the address, not subconsciously. Even though I can’t scroll down because the slow internet, here, it never ceases to be an inspiration to my life. Its strength is its ability to be a blank canvas or gallery as you are the artist or creator. I loved being a 17 year old boy seeing how people lived, evolved, and viewed themselves and I still do. Oddly, Tumblr has similar qualities to a living organism.
Cameroon so far has been my biggest inspiration because it forces you to take initiative and do something. You really have to make yourself happy by laying the foundation to be happy. I’ve been doing a lot of research on vegetable gardening, watercoloring, raising chickens, possibly getting a cat, etc. I read so much here because I don’t have electricity and my village is remote. Reading won’t only be enough for me, so those will be my next projects while I’m in Peace Corps. Maybe I can bring them home with me if I’m decent.
"At any age we grow by the enlarging of consciousness, by learning a new language, or a new art or craft (gardening?) that implies a new way of looking at the universe." - May Sarton, Journal of a Solitude
I no longer have the luxury of being inspired by Tumblr or accessing it when I’m bored, so here’s to trying new things and not being afraid. Maybe these new hobbies and crafts will blossom the latent Pablo Picasso or van Gogh in me.
Well that is fait accompli. I hope each and everyone of you have the opportunity to enlarge consciousness, but please remember you don’t have to travel 5,000 miles to do so, this all inadvertently happened.
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