When we forget the reason for our journey

John went on a Sunday ride on his bicycle. Like most weekends, he cherished this time, to smell the flowers, to listen to the birds and stopping at the top of each hill to look at the view.

On this Sunday, a cyclist swept by John at great speed. John admired his strength, his wonderful physique and the shiny bike as the cyclist passed him. John decided he was just as fit. Did he not travel this path every week? He decided to pedal faster. A little while later, John reached the end of his journey. Drenched in sweat, his chest heaving, he was disappointed that he could not keep up with the cyclist even though he covered the distance in half the usual time.

But John felt empty on the way home. Uncomfortable and tired, he couldn't smell the delicate freshness of the flowers because he was gulping all the air that he could. He couldn't hear the birds because his heart thumped loudly in his ears. He didn't notice the magnificent view because he just wanted to get back home.

John forgot the reason for his journey that week. He forgot it was a time to rejuvenate, to reflect and to be inspired by all around him. John wasn't John... he was someone else.

We're all like John sometimes. We feel we have to blog every day because the best bloggers do. We have to say something smart so people will link to us. We crave for comments because they validate our words.

Perhaps we should remember to blog like no-one's reading... to keep very sacred our own reasons for why we blog at all.