One thing I appreciate about blogging is the ability to be your own boss. There are no mistakes, no conflict, or hesitation when it comes down to such a gift of writing. You can spill the tea, and somebody will grab a seat to witness such a story to be told. Nothing grows old with blogging for it is your ongoing life around the merry go round. Each reflection on your life becomes an eye opener for 10s or even millions to see.

We have our own background without any setbacks. No need to check our work because it is readable with emotions that are unclear to the perfected mind. Hell, my own writing can be a majestic mess, but guess what…the message is as clear as day. One moment I could be on top of the world, the next I could be awaiting nuclear destruction for the same exact world. My mind is going at alarming paradoxes beyond my control, so the words end up becoming a clearer message beyond them being spoken.

Blogging is God's divine gift for those that are blessed with providing their own scriptures to the page or pages of daily routine. We are all peculiar individuals with a focus on delivering the gospel of a good Italian dish, the secret to finding a lover on a cold winter day, and the method of hating politics because of your own therapeutic notions.

Once I got hip to the focus of "Blogger", I was a beast for a few weeks until I stopped feeling like a legit writer. The words were not as clear as the days that I wish would come back for the time. However, the feeling comes back at such a speedy process. It always ends up being in a way of being voiceless and the pen, paper, or laptop becomes the only one that understands the method of madness.

Bloggers are rebels without a cause or a clue. We hate our past jobs, we hate our direction of life, but we strive for more to come out of such a reckless life through the emotions of keystrokes. No matter how cute the blog site may look, the message outweighs the design.

Take it from me, I have not done any reorganizing in such a while, but the tree stands still like the epitome of a stature reigning high above adversity. When I envision the style of a blogger, I often picture a drifter with a plan. Clothes looking like 1930 something with a top hat to match. A cigarette under the lips and inspiration being the recipe for victory.

Blogging always going to live on despite the adventures of technology killing the ability to read and regain focus. We are the underground kings that got a pocket full of quotes and remedies. Anecdotes to clear the boredom of various readers across different platforms.

Inspiring writers that push boundaries beyond just the message but a life story.

Photographers bringing Japan to the households of the closed minded, while the one girl dreams of leaving such a closed-minded atmosphere.

Chefs that created a dish that will never see the day, but somebody in the kitchen whipping up the pot for the test taste.

Doctors trying to spew the truth of mental health, only to get told that their beliefs are cutting into the profit, the prophets shall prevail in advance to tackle such an epidemic.

The loud mouths that need a platform, we hear you.

The inventors, miracle workers, dreamers, and freedom writers, let us raise a toast to the manifestation of being a blogger.

Write on and prosper, we got work to do….