The beauty about blogging is the exchange of thoughts and the appreciation a blogger gets from a piece of writing. It inspires when people visits your blog not because of reciprocation or the need to repay you a visit, or because you have a promo in your blog (not that I have anything against it), or because you are a personal friend; but because your creation, your piece of writing, are worth their time. It is not actually being articulate or eloquent. It is the interest that was sparked reading your blog posts. It is the relevance. It is the substance. It does not even matter how long or short the post is. Or how silly it seems to be.
Concurrently, I am missing my old blog friends. Some of them had altogether stopped blogging already choosing what is more important for them perhaps. Some of them bloghop when they only feel the need. Some only update their blogs but totally stopped visiting other blogs. Some are only contented responding to comments when a reader visits.
The fever could have gone away. It may not be that exciting anymore. Blogging could have lost the magic somewhere. At least only to some blogger friends I know. But something died; the zeal to write even about the mundane was killed by something I don’t know. The passion to share was lost; the eagerness to exchange words and to communicate vanished.
New blogs evolve and are introduced. The same scenario repeats – new found blog friends who become regular visitors. They exchange thoughts and reciprocate visits. Then the charisma of the whole activity dies to a certain point.
Blogging is a fad. I surmise. Agree?