Imperfect

life is flying

A beige notebook's Two posts and it spirited away starts:

It was a lovely new blog, right here on bear. It had two good posts, just two, so 100% goodness. I even bookmarked and then, poof, it was gone.

In the words of James Franco from The Ballad of Buster Scruggs:

First time?

Not everyone survives battling network amnesia:

The most recent example I remember is Kasumi's blog, which is referenced in Robert's Imperfect Blogging is Perfectly Fine (post deleted). Sometimes, a work day is all it takes to find an imploded virtual space.

If I remember correctly, Kasumi only published three posts before calling it quits. Have a similar example where Dante (blog deleted) disappeared after having felt too self aware to do literally anything ever (blog deleted). Hours after I found the post compelling enough to bookmark (but not archive), it was gone.

Yes, the personal blog you kickstarted is yours to delete whenever.

That said, you never know just how many people find your art valuable without your notice.

A beige notebook continues:

I've done that myself, but not on just two posts. It might be a case that... well it's something that's happenning to me and it might be happening to other web veterans. Exhausted and burnt out by the "Big Bad Web", we have lost hope in the medium. We go on by stored momentum, inertia, but our old engines aren't happy to run, because they lack a reason to, except to "keep flying".

People get exhausted or burn out within webs of all sizes. They take breaks: short, long, or forever. They change their handles, domains, and even the platforms they use. Sometimes they do so without a trace for their convenience and others' inconvenience. Few vow to never resume any given medium. Even fewer keep that promise.

While all these crumbling bridges take their toll, you can "keep flying" in their wake. Fabian's Resilience is Momentum comes to mind:

Momentum doesn’t have to be fast—it just has to keep going.

Resilience is refusing to stop.

Because every small push stacks up until nothing can hold me back.

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” – Confucius

A beige notebook ends:

Yeah, I might be projecting my own troubles on someone else. I'm probably doing that, but I think I'm not alone in that. Still, I'll keep flying for a little bit longer.

How long can you fly for? Not only for your own sake, but also for the sake of everyone else you know that doesn't or can't fly anymore.

Life is flying. Make the best of it.

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