Now back when I was first considering this blog, a good few years ago, I had no intention of comments. It was purely going to be a place for me to dump my ideas and thoughts and all that. Nothing less. Nothing more.

As I got to thinking about it, though, I realized that, despite the risks that are inherent in opening yourself up to the feedback of random Intarweb strangers, the benefits outweigh the risks. I mean sure some people are absolutely awful examples of our species, but at the same time it can be helpful to hear what others think about your content. Perhaps people might want more details, or sometimes less, or are curious about other things that you may usually cover. Perhaps someone will correct you, in which case not only you, but also your readers, get to learn new things. Perhaps they want to point you towards things that are related or that they think you might be interested in. Or, perhaps, people just want to thank you for your content. Whatever the reason, comments can be a real boon.

And, lets be honest, if you don’t have comments where you can see them, if enough people are reading your blog then it’s likely that they’ll start up some comments where you can’t … or at least where you don’t know where they are, but the difference there really is trivial if you think about it.

So without further ado!

So it has been an age and a day since I last entered the blogosphere. It’s been something I’ve been mulling over for a few years now, but something I never did commit to due to one excuse or another that I made up along the way. I was content just being … or at least pretending like I was. Content, that is. One can’t help ‘being’. It is a requirement of life, really. Recently, though, this has changed.

As one gets older one gains some realizations. One of which is that our time is limited (for now). This gets compounded when the people we love pass on. Especially when they are particularly close to us. Priorities shift. What was once less important becomes more. What we could always just do later may just run out of that later. But all of that doesn’t matter to anyone but myself. What matters is that I am now here and, more importantly, that this is now here.