Using this site as an example, I was on here for some months I cannot remember when. I wrote much then deleted the account and all content and moved on. So many words, memories, opinions all gone.
I have done the same with many journal/blog/diary sites. My words are impermanence. They are the warm water vapor from speech on a cold winters day. They leave me, appear a moment then dissipate. Same with Facebook profiles. I have read that what we cling to the most, causes us the most pain. I can see a LITTLE of that by looking into a box of decades old notebooks I have saved. I saved writings from high school (early 1970’s) and they bring back some painful memories but at the same time I laugh with COMPASSION about and for that Scott that wrote that stuff. It was scribbled hand writing. Fuck what was that? How did I ever think anyone could decipher that shit hand writing? I used-to believe I was a “poet” but I have not written anything in months. It was a pretension at times. A flash of egotism as identity. An Identity. We all want one so we make one for ourselves and reject the often cruel labels and identities others throw on us trying to manipulate us with it.
I have a blog somewhere on WordPress. It does not matter what I left there. I wrote some stuff and left it on another site. It does not matter. My words are not sacred or great. They are only words.
I think of the breath, the words we speak on a cold winters day. I think of our lives as such. We are Impermanence. Nothing lasts. Not even stupidity. Thankfully for that.
Too often in life I dragged myself down by the meaningfulness of a moment when the best thing for me to do was as I need to do these days: Tell myself, “This will not last. It has no meaning. No insanity and stupidity of trump does. What DOES have meaning is… What we give to others and the world in kindness. The kindness is a glow of light that flows from us on a cold winters day as we live that kindness. It lasts longer than a journal entry in a box or on a website. What we give and do for Others, lasts”.