I really don’t know why I bother to blog or write at all other than I am compelled to do so. It is who I am. It is what I am. It is an integral part of my soul. I am meaningful. And I write meaningful posts. I am constantly seeking meaning in everything I do or say. It is why I don’t talk or post a lot. But meaning is never going to sell At least not from me. In my mind, I am somebody. Not because I have a lot of money or fame. To me, I am somebody because of my depth of being. It is my way of being. I seek no rewards for it. And there are none to be found. In fact, there are penalties and punishments in their place. But yet, I still go on this way. The way of me. I will not cave in to fit in. I will not succumb and act dumb. I will not relinquish my depth for superficiality. And I will not sell my soul to succeed. So, if a struggle it is to be. Then a struggle it is to be. I am what I am and what I will continue to be.