Monday, February 1, 2016
A matter of perspective
For much of the life of my blog I had seven, or twelve readers, and the terrible paucity of it pained me. I gnashed my teeth. I wondered what I was doing wrong. I wondered what the world was doing wrong. Time and again I would try new things, say new things, seek new readers, but each time I looked I would have seven, or twelve readers.
So I struggled for a long time. I said that I didn't care. I laughed at my anonymity. But I looked, and I had seven or twelve readers. And I knew, deep down, I still cared.
I told people to go away in a strategy of reverse psychology, and I had seven to twelve readers. I made a fuss, and I had seven to twelve readers. I wrote very clever things, and I had seven to twelve readers.
So I suffered.
But I did not want to suffer. I knew that to have all the readers I wanted and needed and deserved I would have to set my desire free. Only in a state free of desire would all that I wanted come to me. So I freed myself of desire. I was enlightened. I was detatched and pure and full of love.
And here I am.
So go ahead and ask me how many readers I have. Just ask away: How many readers do I have now?
I don't know, honestly, probably around nine.